A couple of weeks ago, I found this shoved way back on a shelf in the houseware department of a TJ Maxx. It was covered in dust, but not chipped or cracked, a rarity for a store where, I suspect, most of the merchandise fell off the back of a truck somewhere.
While I was inspecting it my little sister walked up and said, "I dont know why, but that bowl you're holding reminds me of granny."
It was exactly what was going through my head at that moment and the reason I had plucked it from its hiding place behind a menagerie of porcelain animals and unfortunate smelling candles.
I paid $6.00 and brought it home to sit on my kitchen table.
At a time in my life where I'm constantly asking myself "Where am I going? Where am I going? Where am I going?" It's a nice reminder of where I came from, of where I have been.
On a wooden porch swing in North Alabama, sucking on butterscotch candy taken from a glass bowl on my great-grandmother's table.
"This way and that way and this way and that way.." she'd sing, propelling us with slippered feet.
This way and that way indeed.
.JPG)
