March 23, 2010
Bones and I have what you might call a mixed marriage. I, being a born and bred Southerner, love grits. Bones, being English, does not. Sometimes a girl gets homesick and requires an infusion of grits and is willing to subject her husband to grits, no matter the outcome. In such cases, I always break out [...]
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March 21, 2010
I bought a book on etiquette shortly after Audrey was born, assuming that any great-grandchild of my gracious Southern grandmothers would naturally grow up to be extremely well-behaved, polite even. Bones, on the other hand, declared loudly that he had no intention of raising a quiet, mousy, namby pamby, mealy-mouthed child with no mind of her own. He [...]
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