We are famous for our long goodbyes. You know the dance: You slap your knees, say “Well...” stand up, and then talk for another forty-five minutes in the driveway.
Turn on the porch light. Pour the tea (go heavy on the sugar). Take the long way home. And for goodness sake, call your Mama. ohalex southern charms
My Granny used to say, “A dark porch is a lonely porch.” No matter how tired she was, she flipped that switch at dusk. It was a signal. It meant: We are home. You are safe. If you need a glass of water or a shoulder to cry on, come on up. We are famous for our long goodbyes