She was married the first time when she was 13 or 14 years old. She was born in South Georgia to Olie and Albert. And at last count she was married five times to four different men.
She passed away about six years ago now. I love her, and I miss her.
Alice was my grandmother.
She possessed a restless sprit and an infectious laugh.
Her ability to laugh and make others laugh more often than not allowed her to cover any pain she may have harbored.
I heard that the other day and it resonated with me. I never liked cleaning.
The times I did buckle down and commit I found myself unable, or perhaps unwilling, to contain the spill. I eventually walked away leaving behind aspirations I could no longer support.
I see other women and men in relationships and I know their partnerships are just as difficult as any I have been in. I’m not special. I watch these people, who appear happy, and wonder if there will ever be a mess I like enough to stick it out for.
I continue to be attracted to men who are unavailable to me. And those who chase after me, who pamper me can’t hold my attention. All part of my brain’s mechanisms for keeping me from taking the easy way, or settling out of pure loneliness.
I was born into a large Southern family, fueled with cheese grits and dramatic stories of adventure and love: A great grandfather who ran white lightning, a grandmother who put passion before all else and a cousin with a proven strong right hook.
I have been feeling my own restlessness welling up lately.
I posted on Facebook a question, “Chrissy Clary is ready for a new adventure. Any suggestions?” After a quiet summer day watching the hummingbirds fly, and wondering if I should follow their lead, I was looking to the masses for help. But it was a small voice that grounded me.
I was asked to do a book review by News-Journal Books Editor Karen Gallagher after she and I got to talking about all the how-to-find-romance books she gets in the mail. We joked (I thought) about how it would be funny for one of the newsroom’s single girls to write a review of these books.
The next day I arrived at my desk to find a copy of “The Man Plan: Drive Men Wild – Not Away” by Whitney Casey. Turns out I was the single girl Karen had in mind.
“The Man Plan” is a how-to guide for making sure every inch of a woman’s independence is tucked in and is slightly perfumed (careful, not TOO much smell-well girls).
When I was an online editor I got to take a ride with Jimmie Johnson in the 2010 Camaro pace car at the Daytona International Speedway.