Published on August 12, 2008
Three or four times a year we load the kids and the dog into the van and head south, to visit my (Hilary’s) mom in North Carolina. This is one of those times. How the middle of August became one of our traditional trips to the sunny south, I can’t figure out. Although truthfully, I am wearing socks right now because my toes are unaccustomed to the aggressive air conditioning.
This is where I grew up, my suburban homestead. And if I open my eyes I can look around and identify some of my stylistic roots along with the familial ones. …READ MORE