by Emily P Freeman | Jun 29, 2012 | breathe
My husband’s father owned 36 Waffle Houses before he retired. I don’t know if it’s true, but the story goes that whenever they build a new Waffle House, they have a ceremony to drop a symbolic key in the sidewalk cement. Because the restaraunt is...
by Emily P Freeman | Jun 28, 2012 | Book Club, Grace for the Good Girl
We are half-way through our discussion of Grace for the Good Girl. This week we’ve only got one chapter. There is just so much to think about at this half-way point, I thought it would be a good chance to take a breath. I long for the beauty of Eden while...
by Emily P Freeman | Jun 27, 2012 | courage, grace
My childhood lives on a small plot of land in the block between Gladstone Avenue and Meridian Street. Our house sits on her foundation there and smells of lemon, bacon, and a rainy day. Two bedrooms and one bath seems perfectly fine to me and our family of four will...
by Emily P Freeman | Jun 26, 2012 | books I've read (or want to read)
Book fair day used to be my absolute favorite day of the school year. Well, aside from Grandparents Day when the cafeteria would serve turkey manhatten, a dish I later learned was just a slab of turkey over … wait for it … white bread with brown gravy...
by Emily P Freeman | Jun 25, 2012 | (in)courage, story
Dad is putting up a fence in the backyard. It’s summertime and I’m seven. He leaves a space at the tree so we can still cut through to Missy and Shelly’s. They have a tire swing and a basement. They get the channel with Fraggle Rock and their mom buys pop in cans,...
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