His periwinkle eyes were my first clue. Standing there alone, clutching a five dollar bill, he looked confused about where the line ended. I motioned for him to cut in front of me. He moved up to the counter. “Can I have my mom’s drink, please?” The cashier seemed confused. “What, honey?” “My mom’s drink.”… Read More Small-Town Ledger
It’s the time of year for gratitude. I’m trying to take it seriously this year. There’s so much overwhelming stress happening in the world right now, that my new thing is to take a few minutes and remember what’s good. I’m trying to inject a jolt of happy into the dull pessimism that has spread… Read More Locally Grown Gratitude
There’s this woman who works at our Starbucks that I call the White Woman. Not because she’s the only white woman – JCrewville couldn’t be any more lily-white. But in a coffee house that employs hip, sullen, young folk; she stands out glaringly. She’s middle-aged and totally suburban. She looks like someone’s mom. Her Dorothy Hamill haircut and… Read More The Great White Barista
When you live in a small town, the store clerks, waitresses and mailpeople take on a celebrity-like status. It’s funny, you don’t think of them as celebs until one day, one of them dies and you find yourself in a strange state of disbelief — like when Anna Nicole Smith died. There was this guy, Jamie, who… Read More Kindess in Isle 5
Helloooo! This is my first posting. Welcome to my take on the small things that happen in my small town. I know it’s a little cliche, all this small stuff (of which I never sweat, of course), but it’s all about perspective, right? Besides, if I can’t have some fun jabbering about life in Mayberry, then I’m… Read More A Little Debut
Small Town. Small Times. 