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Long before Oasis turned “What’s the story, morning glory?” into a hit song, I knew the phrase all too well.

This was my grandma’s go-to “good morning” greeting.

“What’s the story, morning glory?” she would ask sarcastically – seemingly whenever I woke up late or clearly in no mood to discuss anything. A snarky, sly grin would accompany her rhetorical question, triggering instant annoyance.

I didn’t understand the phrase and rarely responded with words. Unfortunately, I did not appreciate my grandma’s brand of sarcasm until many years later when I became a parent myself.

A few years ago, I started growing Morning Glories from two free seed packages we got at a local Memorial Day parade. I was pleasantly surprised how gorgeous and resilient they are.

Morning Glories have strong roots and delicate flowers, vibrant in color which only blossom in the morning.

The phrase has some literal, known meanings but the flower itself tells the story. It grows and adapts to its environment to survive each day.

As the day goes on, the blossoms close and stay this way through the night. Shortly after dawn, the blossoms open up and blaze forth in full glory – every morning. No matter what.

Although I will likely never be a morning person, I feel very much the same. Sometimes making it through one day can be a struggle. But, you carry on anyway and a new story emerges. Sometimes good, sometimes bad – always a lesson.

Originally launched in 2017 as a way to get my groove back and make sense of awful shit happening in my life, you’ll notice not much has happened since. I never shared any of the content and erased the few original posts.

What’s the story, Morning Glory???

If I have the courage to share and emerge from the fog of my ordinary life, you’ll find it here.