southern belle

growing up southern is a privilege, really. it's more than where you're born, it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. it's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. it's being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola...and each other. we don't become southern, we're born that way.

i'm a misplaced southern belle, with a splash of white trash thrown in for good measure. i love college football and tailgating. i love cooking, baking, and all things involving water. i love my family and friends and meeting new and fabulous people. i think of myself as a nice person, but i'll let you decide for yourself…

life as i knew it before living in the north east and life as it is in boston.
May 10

My dear mother

On this day, I woke up with a feeling of sadness.  My mother is miles away and I woke up just wishing we were together today.  I thought of how much I wanted to squeeze her soft, pale cheeks right when she woke up and tell her how much I love her.  Then wrap my arms around her and tell her to let me scratch her back simply because today was “her” day.  Distance often makes me appreciate the time that I spend with my mother more than I ever did before I left South Carolina.  I find myself day dreaming about my next visit home, wondering when I will see my mother again.  Then I just give her a call.  Her voice comforts me and we chat together, often chatting about nothing- and she never really knows why I call- but she always answers right away.

On this day, I want my mother to know just how much she is loved.  Although we are separated by a few miles, we are always together.  I love you my dear mother.