Shavin: All the light I cannot see
Several weeks ago, I was happily engrossed in a few projects.
Shavin: What a long, strange trip it’s been
Two weeks ago I went to visit my mother at her long-term care facility in Alpharetta, Georgia, as I do about twice a month.
Shavin: Walk softly and carry a big chainsaw
When my husband and I moved from our farm in Chickamauga, Georgia, to our house in town, I was sad to say goodbye to the huge garden spot our neighbor had tilled for us.
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Restaurant Scene: Battle of Food Trucks unfolds this weekend at Camp Jordan
After talking to several food truck operators about why they do what they do, I am convinced it might just be the greatest job in the world.
Shavin: It’s been great not getting to know you
Until this past weekend, I was of the mind that the only thing more unpleasant than finding yourself shoulder to shoulder on an airplane with a newly-minted grandmother was finding yourself in a movie theater surrounded by the percussive chomp of 400 popcorn-starved humans masticating in unison.
Shavin: Somebody stop feeding Phil
My husband wants to go to Japan.
Shavin: His intelligence is artificial, but our love is real
I get a lot of writing newsletters, many of which I delete without opening, as if their mere arrival in my inbox were enough to improve my skills.
Shavin: Somewhere over Wyoming, a geography lesson unfolds
High above Wyoming, in the belly of a Boeing jet, my husband was making a map of Montana out of two cocktail napkins.
Shavin: Ode to a Southern seder
My husband tells two stories.
Shavin: There’s no blood like donated blood
Not too long ago, I walked out of a two-hour pickleball session and decided, on a whim, to donate blood.
