This vast cavern provides an unexpected rush of optimism. Until today I was not an efficient packer. When it comes to air travel, I’ve always been a two bag, over the weight limit kind of gal. Blame it on the fact that since the birth of my first...

When I pulled out my tattered copy of Catcher in the Rye, for some reason this was the only entire paragraph I underlined: “Anyway, that’s what I wrote Stradlater’s composition about. Old Allie’s baseball mitt. I happened to have it with me, in my...

Lily the Labradoodle Here’s love disguised as a mop! -  Peter Gray (because I find myself wordless a day late) copyright © 2008-2009 Life in the Short Lane by Margo M Commentsmy cousins have a labradoodle. Charlie is his...

Dave in this kind way of his that defies reason, except insofar as it kind of explains how he manages to  love me, mentioned a few weeks ago that perhaps I could go through some of my books. “Just give some away,” he said, as if that were the easiest...

The Traveler’s Chapel located on Rt. 501 just outside of Conway, SC I could start this post for Unknown Mami’s Sundays in My City by saying that what I’m about to share is neither “mine” nor a “city.” But that would be too easy, and wouldn’t explain...