Natalie
@nataliebannon.bsky.social
I like Dateline, dogs and decent people. I'm a communications specialist married to a songwriter. Yes, you've heard his music. Yep, he's a lot older than I am. No, he's not on here. We have a dog, Drummer, aka @datelinedawgs, who's much more entertaining.
Poor Steven just trying to get some rest. 😂😂
November 22, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Poor Steven just trying to get some rest. 😂😂
What’s an age gap? I’m in an age canyon. 😂
November 18, 2025 at 1:28 AM
What’s an age gap? I’m in an age canyon. 😂
And I think he’s Canadian like the guy on Dateline!
November 18, 2025 at 1:23 AM
And I think he’s Canadian like the guy on Dateline!
😂 it wouldn’t let me add the gif and photos in the same post, but I wanted to!
November 18, 2025 at 1:23 AM
😂 it wouldn’t let me add the gif and photos in the same post, but I wanted to!
scent of a thick summer breeze. I like to imagine Mamaw and Papaw driving along in the Chevy, Papaw’s hand touching Mamaw’s.
November 11, 2025 at 7:47 PM
scent of a thick summer breeze. I like to imagine Mamaw and Papaw driving along in the Chevy, Papaw’s hand touching Mamaw’s.
might consider these visits strange. It felt almost therapeutic for Papaw and me.
Then, when I was 12, Papaw found out he had cancer, and soon after, he traded his silver Chevy for the granite gravestone he now shares with Mamaw.
I miss them both, but I especially miss Papaw when I catch the
Then, when I was 12, Papaw found out he had cancer, and soon after, he traded his silver Chevy for the granite gravestone he now shares with Mamaw.
I miss them both, but I especially miss Papaw when I catch the
November 11, 2025 at 7:47 PM
might consider these visits strange. It felt almost therapeutic for Papaw and me.
Then, when I was 12, Papaw found out he had cancer, and soon after, he traded his silver Chevy for the granite gravestone he now shares with Mamaw.
I miss them both, but I especially miss Papaw when I catch the
Then, when I was 12, Papaw found out he had cancer, and soon after, he traded his silver Chevy for the granite gravestone he now shares with Mamaw.
I miss them both, but I especially miss Papaw when I catch the
time I’d ever seen anyone reach into a casket. It was also the first time someone I loved had ever needed a casket.
During vacations, Papaw would scope out old cemeteries. We’d survey the graves and silently read what we could make out on the engraved markers. It never occurred to me that some
During vacations, Papaw would scope out old cemeteries. We’d survey the graves and silently read what we could make out on the engraved markers. It never occurred to me that some
November 11, 2025 at 7:47 PM
time I’d ever seen anyone reach into a casket. It was also the first time someone I loved had ever needed a casket.
During vacations, Papaw would scope out old cemeteries. We’d survey the graves and silently read what we could make out on the engraved markers. It never occurred to me that some
During vacations, Papaw would scope out old cemeteries. We’d survey the graves and silently read what we could make out on the engraved markers. It never occurred to me that some
wonder about causes of death and he’d alert me when he recognized a name. Then, we’d hop in the Chevy.
Sometimes our adventure would take us to the cemetery to visit Mamaw. She’d died of breast cancer when I was 8. At the funeral home, I remember Papaw gently touching her hand. It was the first
Sometimes our adventure would take us to the cemetery to visit Mamaw. She’d died of breast cancer when I was 8. At the funeral home, I remember Papaw gently touching her hand. It was the first
November 11, 2025 at 7:47 PM
wonder about causes of death and he’d alert me when he recognized a name. Then, we’d hop in the Chevy.
Sometimes our adventure would take us to the cemetery to visit Mamaw. She’d died of breast cancer when I was 8. At the funeral home, I remember Papaw gently touching her hand. It was the first
Sometimes our adventure would take us to the cemetery to visit Mamaw. She’d died of breast cancer when I was 8. At the funeral home, I remember Papaw gently touching her hand. It was the first
I spent summers with Papaw. After Mamaw died, I rode shotgun in his silver Chevy – like a mismatched movie duo out for adventure.
Our adventures were daily. First, we’d listen to the local obituaries on the kitchen radio as he prepped his morning insulin shot. We’d discuss ages of the deceased,
Our adventures were daily. First, we’d listen to the local obituaries on the kitchen radio as he prepped his morning insulin shot. We’d discuss ages of the deceased,
November 11, 2025 at 7:47 PM
I spent summers with Papaw. After Mamaw died, I rode shotgun in his silver Chevy – like a mismatched movie duo out for adventure.
Our adventures were daily. First, we’d listen to the local obituaries on the kitchen radio as he prepped his morning insulin shot. We’d discuss ages of the deceased,
Our adventures were daily. First, we’d listen to the local obituaries on the kitchen radio as he prepped his morning insulin shot. We’d discuss ages of the deceased,