My grandmother called me today while I was at work. I stopped working to talk to her. She’s 88.
She mentioned that she can’t eat salt, so she might as well be eating hay. LOL
I told her to add more herbs and spices. She baldly told me that herbs and spices do not equal the taste of salt. Yes, grandma. 
Although I want to be a photographer, I don’t want to sell anyone a false hope, a false dream, or a false sense of reality. – Me, March 25, 2007
I still need someone on Atlanta’s urban planning committee to explain the new traffic pattern at Ashford Dunwoody Rd and I-285. Who thought reversing the traffic at a major intersection would be a good idea? Hmm? How long will the police have to sit out there with flash lights so that people avoid head-on collisions? I know this drive-on-the-left-side-of-the-road thing… Read more →
I am standing in my kitchen cooking sausage and grits for breakfast and thinking of my grandmother. When I was a child, she would sometimes cook us a breakfast of sausage, grits, and biscuits – homemade biscuits. It was so long ago, but I can remember the taste and texture of the biscuits. I remember her oven. I remember the… Read more →
