Southern Alabama Living

After much deliberation and flip-flopping, I have decided to disband the pursuit of blogging glory. It’s been a fun few years and I hope you’ve enjoyed the weekly musings of Sunday Reader.

Slipping away for a while… It is just after 6 AM on Saturday morning when sheets of rain shroud the farm in rhythmic waves. The sky is a muted gray.

I love books. I always have. I can’t remember NOT being able to read, but I do recall being well into chapter books before I started school.

Clark Griswold, that patron saint of family travel, was watching over us Moores as we made our way to a fun-packed family reunion in the mountains of West Virginia.

Staying a week at Meemaw’s was the highlight of my summers growing up in North Alabama. One thing we always did during Meemaw Week was roll coins. It is a legacy I hope to pass along to my own future grandchildren.

Teens will push limits. It’s part of their DNA. Parenting is a process, not a competition. So, what’s the matter with kids today? It’s probably us.

“Sipping tea” during a feeding frenzy

28 years, thousands of students and athletes, 2 grown kids, 2 more who are just about grown, a passel of critters, and a boatload of memories later… we’re still a team.

How one family can generate this much horror is beyond me. If Hoarders had an episode titled “What Lies Beneath the Cushions”, my poor house would win an Emmy.

A good friend tweaked my nose by passing along a post about some teacher allowing his students to use expletives in his classroom and how the dude argued some weak-as-water pedagogically circumspect poppycock as to why that ought to be just peachy.

Virtual pomp and circumstance… Put a fork in it, because I am DONE! Only a fool would take three grad classes during Standardized Testing Season. Only an idiot would take them online. Guilty on both counts.

It’s easy to get lost in the glory of springtime in Lower Alabama.  If you’re from around here, turn off that TV and get yourself outside. It’ll warm your soul.  If you’re not, come on down before the humidity sets in and treat yourself to the most beautiful time of year.

Cemeteries have always fascinated me.  Aside from glow-in-the-dark headstones, I don’t find them creepy at all.  

Laundry–mountains and mountains of laundry–that’s what you get with a 4 kid family, a farm, and a husband who doesn’t believe he’s really accomplished anything unless he gets filthy in the process.

Blood may be thicker than water, but it’s the gravy that binds

The mostly true story of love, ambition, and the quest for a passable sawmill gravy

Don’t trash a visit to the landfill! Every so often, we accumulate enough junk here at the farm to warrant a trip to the local landfill.  No matter what we’re hauling, you can guarantee it’s going to be an adventure.

I had one of those seminal realizations…an epiphany…as I prepped my calendars, lists, files, etc. for the new year and it has made a surprising difference.  For the first time in forever, I resolved not to resolve jack!