We all experience those periods when we sense a relationship is amiss. Or we know deep down we should make some changes on a personal level. But we look the other way, pretending not to notice, until we get a gentle shake or even a swift kick from the universe. And then—forced to act upon the precise issue we didn’t want to see, we set off in a direction we
How does it feel? I ask. Check Yes or No winds down, and a stadium filled with 20,000 fans erupts. Amid the claps and screams and shouts, what goes through your mind? Marty Slayton Jordan is way too kind and modest to admit the experience is one gigantic rush. But don’t you know it is?
The first night in her new apartment, Jennifer Clinger sat down to a meal of pancakes and sausage. A combination of breakfast and dinner she’d prepared—“brinner,” she calls it. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she devoured “the best pancakes ever”—in her home, at her table, in her kitchen. “The night I ate those pancakes,” says Jennifer, “was when I knew I was going to be ok.” Her traumatic and
When Laticia Williams’ grandmother was a teenager, she needed a new pair of shoes. In the basement of Nashville’s FW Woolworth building, one of the original “five and dime” stores in the country, the sales clerk was willing to sell Big Mama the shoes. But, like other stores of the day, she wasn’t allowed to try them on. Big Mama traced the outline of her foot on a brown paper
Thirty minutes before heading to dinner at a friend’s house, I panicked. I had no hostess gift to bring. No scented candle or bottle of wine or fancy note paper. And, according to many etiquette experts, – and my mother – “a good guest does not show up empty-handed.” Like most of us, Kathy Terry had more than she needed or could ever use. She didn’t want more stuff and