Friday, March 8, 2013


"Grit" is overused. We hear about it daily in relation to our kids. They need more grit, more stick-to-it-ivness, less coddling and prompting. They need to freedom to try again, fail again, fail better (thanks for that quote Samuel Beckett) because this is really what living is. It is progressing through trial and error toward mastery and in the process cracking one's beak on some kernel of joy like a very motivated toucan.

Which brings me to grits (corn meal, polenta, mush, whatever you want to call it). I'm going to crow for a second, peacock, cockwalk, strut (whatever you want to call it) because I have finally made grits like my grandfather, that tough old bird. Grits that elevate the grit, and hard work into something under a dab of butter glistening and transcendant. Soul food.

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