LindaPearceGriffin

writer, storyteller, artist

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Collards

When I think of collards, images come to mind of porcelain sinks stuffed to the brim with large, dark green leaves, huge pots simmering on the stove, apple cider vinegar, and brisk days made for Gramma’s quilts. The smell of collards cooking makes my mouth water in anticipation of the deliciousness to come – for surely, they have been cooked with some good ole fatback or a ham hock or maybe just…

Collards

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Collards

When I think of collards, images come to mind of porcelain sinks stuffed to the brim with large, dark green leaves, huge pots simmering on the stove, apple cider vinegar, and brisk days made for Gramma’s quilts. The smell of collards cooking makes my mouth water in anticipation of the deliciousness to come – for surely, they have been cooked with some good ole fatback or a ham hock or maybe just…

Collards

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Piddlin' Around

Question: “What have you been doing?” My answer: “Just piddlin’ around.” There was a brief pause and then a bit of nervous laughter and a quizzical expression by said Questioner. Another question followed: “You’ve been doing what?” I realized the Questioner had no idea what I meant and so I elaborated, “You know, just messin’ around – not much o’nothin’.” This seemed to clear things up…

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Because It Happened Again...

That One Shoe

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I Have Decided

Growing up I often wished I was smarter, prettier, richer, more popular – you name it! I looked at others and saw them as more – and myself as less than. I don’t know why. It certainly wasn’t because my parents didn’t love me or support me. I know, for a fact, that they thought I was smart and pretty and that I was “all that and a bag of chips.”  I figured they were supposed to think that simply…

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I Have Decided...

Growing up I often wished I was smarter, prettier, richer, more popular – you name it! I looked at others and saw them as more – and myself as less than. I don’t know why. It certainly wasn’t because my parents didn’t love me or support me. I know, for a fact, that they thought I was smart and pretty and that I was “all that and a bag of chips.”  I figured they were supposed to think that simply…

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Leaping

Well, this has been on my mind since January and since it was still rattling around up there, I thought I might as well get it out and be done with it. This year – 2024 – is called Leap Year. What has been boggling my mind is: exactly WHAT are we leaping??? And, yes, I understand that the term Leap Year refers to the year when there is an additional day in February. And, so, this year we had 29…

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Toot Toot!!!

I have been reluctant to post this blog because it’s just tooting my own horn. But I suppose it’s my horn and I certainly have the right to blow it if I want to. In this particular case, what I really want to do is dance and shout. Why? Because at long last, I have done it. I have finally published a book! I really, really did it. So, this is me tooting my horn, dancing wildly, and shouting my…

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To Resolve or Not, that is the question

So, I said I was going to start blogging again. But here it is Friday, January 5th. And until this very minute I have not even thought about writing for my blog since my post a week ago. Hmmm. Wonder if that means anything?  Well, you might think that I’ve already broken my New Year’s Resolution – only that wasn’t a New Year’s Resolution. At least I didn’t say it in relation to the New Year. But…

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Hello and Happy New Year!

I took a break from my weekly blogging for the past few months as I have been working on a couple of projects that have kept me busy. (Stay tuned to find out what they are – well, that is if you’re interested.) At any rate, during that break I was swamped by faithful readers desperate to hear from me……….Well…….Okay, that is NOT quite true. LOL  The fact is that I had ONE faithful reader – bless…

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Swirling in the October Wind

Ouija Wind A timely tale for the season and a tribute to my friends, Vada and Debby, who have departed this earthly plain. I am left alone to remember our story.

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Thoughts on Funerals

The Pearce family has always loved a good funeral. Not meaning any disrespect to my clan because we certainly grieve the loss of our loved one. But there are always plenty of stories, good ole remembering right into the marrow of the soul, and lots of healing laughter. One of my earliest memories is my grampa’s funeral where I saw grown folks crying and witnessed weeping and wailing that was…

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Family Differences

Even though both of my parents were Southerners, they came from two very different places south of the Mason-Dixon.  There was my father who was from the sandy soil of the North Carolina Piedmont.  He grew up on a farm where he had plowed with a mule, chopped tobacco and cotton, and toted water from a well.  He had worn overalls and eaten grits and red-eye gravy.  Then there was my mother who was…

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Shoes

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Country Stores

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Devil's Advocate

We were staying at my Gramma and Grampa’s house in the front bedroom — Mama, Daddy, my baby brother and me.  I was about 5 years old.  My Aunt Mary and my 10 year old cousin, M.C., were staying there too — in the back bedroom.I liked it there because there was always something going on — my gramma cooking or bustling around in the kitchen or digging in her garden — my grampa telling stories or…

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Barnin' Tobacco

With Summer having just arrived I thought it would be a good time to post this again – in memory of those hot summers long ago when I learned what hard work was all about.

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