Anyone who knows me even a little knows I’ve been in a long-term, committed relationship—with language. We’ve had our ups and downs (I’m looking at you, comma splices), but overall, it’s been a passionate affair filled with metaphors, wordplay, and the occasional grammar pet peeve. So imagine my surprise when, after decades of nerding out over figures of speech, I met a new one. Her name? Litotes. (That’s LYE-tuh-teez, pronounced like someone politely trying to
It’s SO Hot!
Category: Life on the Ridge
We’re used to heat and humidity in the South—it’s as common as sweet tea or sweat—but this summer? This summer is acting unhinged. The temperatures are allegedly just 11 degrees above normal, according to our overly optimistic weather guy. But let me assure you: it FEELS like we’ve been dropped into Satan’s crockpot and someone forgot to hit “low.” Humidity is the South’s version of a summer tax. Most of the year we coast along
From Nothing Comes…
Category: Life Lessons
No matter how burnt out you are—toasted, barely upright, smoldering—hold on to hope. It might be running on cold coffee and misplaced keys, but it’s still there. Even when motivation bails, hope quietly sticks around, catching its breath and waiting for you to notice as it blossoms into more. Let’s let beauty take root—even in the parched and the broken.
Hippo What?
Category: Logophiles
Can you guess what the fear of long words is called? Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia. Just needed an extra bit of humor today and trying to pronounce this word made me laugh out loud!
25 MPH and the Smell of Regret
Category: Life Lessons
We do, on rare occasion, venture down from our perch up here on the ridge. Road trips are our love language, so when the chance came to visit a grandson, we packed up and hit the road faster than you can say, “Did we remember the snacks?” I had somehow forgotten the unique joy that is summer travel. There was construction at—quite literally—every turn. We hit so many detours, I started to wonder if Google




