Tag Archives: Winter

Blooming Out of Season

Nearly a decade ago I planted two camellias in container pots just outside the front door of our home. I never thought they would live for long–in containers, mind you– in the mercurial climate of East Tennessee. But my sister, … Continue reading

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My Hand, Always in Daddy’s Glove

In his black-and-gray herringbone coat with his bitten-short fingernails, Daddy would come through the door after work. That is my first hazy memory from childhood. I am not sure why I remember Daddy’s coat and his nails as the same … Continue reading

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