To One of My Homes

There’s no way to stand back far enough to show you how big it is,

all the living that has gone on under its arch.

Our family is in Louisiana, and I shirked this blog, packed our stuff, and went there – way down South, where the Live Oaks cover an acre and several centuries. This tree has seen the Mississippi swell higher than this, knew the land well before the sugar cane.

We stand in the sun and have our rituals.

{the beer did not belong to the child - just so ya know.}

We let watermelon juice run with dirt down to our elbows. We talked levies and church, prayed for family, hurt for Joplin, and made loud noise at several tables. We took a drive, and I held a dog in my lap. He stuck his head out the window. We were quiet at times.

The real Summer air blew in, and I called it temporary, and even that made me smile.


About me


Cursed Be the Woman
March 06, 2013
The Chains of Worry: About a Skinny Girl Who Wrote an Eating Disorder Book
October 24, 2012
Made for the Party
September 19, 2012
The Feeding Tube
July 19, 2012
The Spirit is Willing
August 29, 2011
And Then We Drove to the Ocean
June 02, 2011
A Haines Home Companion: Looking Round, Feeling Light
April 08, 2011
A Haines Home Companion: my town, my bones, my bloom
March 11, 2011
The Grandmother and the Berries Back Home
January 21, 2011


Reply May 31, 2011

beautiful, amber. i could just feel the heat and the smell the good eats. and your pregnant belly? the most beautiful of all.

Reply May 31, 2011


Rebecca Mouk
Reply May 31, 2011

SO glad y'all had fun! We absolutely loved having you visit!
I would love to have some of these pics - they are great!

Reply May 31, 2011

you make me want to go....and the rituals? yeah. we have them too. and they make me smile.

Kelly Sauer
Reply May 31, 2011

The smile. Always the smile. Thank you for this.

Seth (Your Husband)
Reply May 31, 2011

Sometimes I wish you'd write a book of these memories. Sometimes I'm afraid that when I'm old and senile, I'll forget these good memories. And they are very very good.

    Reply May 31, 2011

    That's exactly why I write. I want my grandkids to know what I might forget.

      Reply June 1, 2011

      Your belly is so beautiful!
      That tree is amazing.
      I love you guys!

Reply May 31, 2011

That looks...perfect!

I love your baby bump! I'm going to meet my third boy in a week, so I'm sort of over any car trip, tree filled or not. I enjoyed vacationing through your post. A cybervacation?
Well, I liked it. Hope you're feeling good, it seems like you are. ;)

    Reply May 31, 2011

    Oh Joann, I'm very much over car trips now, too. We went to the beach after South Louisiana, and our drive home was supposed to be 12 hours. We turned it into 15!

Reply May 31, 2011

yum, yum to the food, the family and the heritage!

Reply May 31, 2011

Hey, I'm glad you're alright. Seemed like a long time between posts. I prayed for you in the wee hours of the morning. And for Imperfect Prose Emily and Ostriches JoAnn. Lots of mommies to be.

Megan at SortaCrunchy
Reply June 1, 2011

I smiled so big when I saw that rope swing.

Reply June 1, 2011

You captured a magical time!

Lindsey Nobles
Reply June 1, 2011

That looks so fun! Love to the Haines family.

Reply June 1, 2011

LOVE this! My husband's mom and family are from Ponchatoula and he keeps dreaming about us all going to Louisiana so the kids and I can enjoy a proper crawfish boil.

Being from the north and never having experienced such a thing, you have given me a good and colorful visual. :)

Reply June 1, 2011

what a perfectly beautiful day. thanks so much for taking us through it with you :)

Robin ~ Pensieve
Reply June 4, 2011

This...THIS is the South in picture and word! Your present stirs memory, the happiest of kind :).

Is your baby sucking a crawfish head? Crayfish? I'm so confused!!

And you? Oh, my, word...your pregnant body is radiant from head to toe!

Reply June 7, 2011

Living here in Louisiana, those pictures are so familiar to me!

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