Back when there was a Madison Square Mall and a restaurant called Mozzarella’s therein, it was mine and Melanie’s favorite spot. I used to love the New York pasta pie there. (And wow, we’re going seriously back in time, because even though the mall’s only been gone a couple of years, Melanie and I moved … Read more
We don’t go to the beach with an agenda. In fact, that’s most of the point. We’re on vacation from agendas. All of you Type A control freaks who pack your leisure time with items to be checked off are out of your minds. You’re designing failure, or at least pressure to avoid it, into … Read more
These are my mother’s parents, enjoying each other in downtown Birmingham. The photo is not dated, but Papaw is home from the war, and Granny is not yet visibly pregnant with my mother. So this is 1946, or possibly late 1945.