Tag Archives: love

OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Posted on June 9, 2015 by georgialeesays

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading →

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Spinning Straw into Gold in the “Christ-haunted” South

Posted on December 30, 2014 by georgialeesays

As the unofficial official blogger for the Atlanta Writers Club, my first post was a delight – writing about Kimberly Brock, author of “The River Witch” winner of the Georgia Author of the Year in 2014 by the Georgia Writers … Continue reading →

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LOVE/LICE/LIFE LESSONS: Blood sucking parasite heals lousy relationship

Posted on August 9, 2014 by georgialeesays

Lyn De-Lousing Savannah “I called Suicide Prevention and they put me on hold” – Rodney Dangerfield This is no joke if it happens to you, my friends. Three times I called the Crisis Hotline and three times, they denied me … Continue reading →

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INVINCIBLE SUMMER

Posted on July 26, 2014 by georgialeesays

The Buddha, as young Prince Siddhartha, was a rich spoiled brat. His father, the king, groomed his future heir. Pampering and sheltering the prince, he kept him within the kingdom’s gates, forbidding exposure to the imperfect world beyond. Yet, like … Continue reading →

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MY LIFE FILLED WITH RICH’S

Posted on June 24, 2014 by georgialeesays

A legend lives forever, but not so famous stores. Yet for those of us once spellbound by Rich’s, memories endure through corporate takeovers, Macy’s hyphenations, broken promises to not drop the Rich’s name, and finally, the demolition of the physical … Continue reading →

Posted in Atlanta, childhood, Family, Fashion, Food, Love, love and death, Uncategorized | Tagged Atlanta, Childhood, children's hospitals, department stores, family, love, memories, Rich's | 5 Comments

At Rest, Soldier: Emmett Lee, b. 1925 d. 2014 “

Posted on May 26, 2014 by georgialeesays

Note: My father, Emmett Lee, died July 1, 2014, a month following this original Memorial Day letter to President Obama, only days before the rapid decline that ended his life. As a Veteran’s Day celebration of his pride in service … Continue reading →

Posted in Dying Parents, Family, Fourth of July, hilarity, Love, love and death | Tagged Atlanta, Fourth of July, Greatest Generation, joint chiefs of staff, love, Memorial Day, public service, U.S. army, veterans, world wars, WWII Veterans | 14 Comments

MOTHERS DAY POST MORTEM – Birth, Death and Blue Hydrangeas

Posted on May 12, 2014 by georgialeesays

BIRTH – MAY 2, 1989 9:35 p.m. “Is he all there? Arms, legs, fingers?” First words, after an eight-pound, 23-inch ball of flesh ruptured out of me. For eight months, since that drunken Labor Day weekend before I … Continue reading →