Andrew Blair was my grandmother’s father, a handsome, fussy Scot with an ego disproportionate to his environment. To be a snob in West Virginia is to exhibit a gross miscalculation of your milieu. That said, his garden was spectacular. Like many of my ancestors, Andrew was a potter. He labored long hours in a crowded, dusty factory a short stroll […]
Recent Posts By Allison Glock
What It Means To Be A Mother
Motherhood is hard. It is hard in the ways that matter and in the ways that don’t. It can make you feel as powerful as the sea and as useless as a fleck of mud, sometimes in the same moment.
Sunshine State
On spring break with my girls, I rediscover bits of my Old Florida childhood hiding under the new.
Moving Violation
When the shock and awe of relocation comes full circle, you know you’ve found your way home.
The First Kiss
On the brink of adolescence, the milestone awaits. Allison Glock braces herself for her daughter’s first smooch.
In With the Old
This year, Allison Glock resolves to reread her Harry Crews collection and stop feeling bad about her jowls. Last year, my husband and I decided to forgo New Year’s Eve entirely. We ate a normal meal in normal clothes and went to bed at 10 p.m. Instead of a Bataan death march toward midnight, we chose to wake early and head […]
Tough Cookies
In Allison Glock’s annual family contest, half-baked ideas are sure to crumble, and the only thing sweeter than victory is the cage match of family bonding. While other families embrace the holiday season by singing carols, cheering bowl games, and drinking too much eggnog, my family celebrates Kennedy-style by engaging in fierce competition
