Mom’s trying to get all of her pecans out of the yard before the blackbirds get them. This town is like the set of Hitchcock’s The Birds.
Beebe, Arkansas. 1.2.2012.
Mom’s trying to get all of her pecans out of the yard before the blackbirds get them. This town is like the set of Hitchcock’s The Birds.
Beebe, Arkansas. 1.2.2012.
Day Three of the 2011 Christmas Extravaganza: Either Mom is classing it up this year or she was just afraid of ending up on my Tumblr wearing her Milk Bone pajamas and/or her Virginia Slims robe.
Beebe, Arkansas. 12.26.2011.
When I was a kid, my mother made cakes for extra money. It was during this time that I learned my favorite part of a cake was the “brown stuff,” which mom peeled off the top of the cake and onto a piece of wax paper. I would run my tiny thumb across the wax paper and watch the brown stuff accumulate onto it before licking it off. I predict that once people catch on to this neglected part of cakes, we’ll finally see the end of these overpriced cupcake joints and the rise of brown stuff shops. I’ll be first in line.
Beebe, Arkansas. 5.27.2011.
Spent my Sunday afternoon surrounded by important ladies. Left to right: My great-grandmother, my mother, my grandmother and my aunt.
Hickory Plains, Arkansas. 5.16.2011.