During a holiday away from home, Allison Glock celebrates Santa in Sin City.
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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 […]
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.
On spring break with my girls, I rediscover bits of my Old Florida childhood hiding under the new.
When the shock and awe of relocation comes full circle, you know you’ve found your way home.
On the brink of adolescence, the milestone awaits. Allison Glock braces herself for her daughter’s first smooch.