It was June, I think, or maybe July. I'm not sure. I know it was very hot. And that Daddy was still going for treatments at the Cancer Center. This particular day Daddy's physical therapist, Miss Ida, whom I loved and adored from my own visit to the PT office where she worked, had helped… Continue reading Working Out
Tag: the Giant of Cancer
pink
Pink is a lovely color gentle, like a baby's breath it was my girls' first favorite color and various shades of it still bring a light to their eyes "blush" and "bashful" best described the color in that movie that made me cry it was her "signature" color, after all and somehow it has become… Continue reading pink
farewell to a friend
lives joined one October day so many years ago with friends gathered round, smiles on the faces of all but none bigger than their own years spent with laughing and loving and cheering on their favorite football team rolling tide every chance they got and cheering each other on as well-- if there were… Continue reading farewell to a friend
proof of angels
for days and weeks and then months so many spoke of "after the war is over" and finally, when the months turned into years, those words were spoken less and less and the haze that hung over the city and the dark curtains over the windows were no longer distinguishable from what we remembered from… Continue reading proof of angels
A Time to Listen, A Time to Write
Sometimes as a writer you have to realize when it's more important to listen than to keep writing. Tonight is one of those times. I had a hard conversation earlier with someone I love and will always love, but it will be different from now on, I'm afraid. Still trying to wrap my brain around… Continue reading A Time to Listen, A Time to Write
the window
Looking back on the day that we stood by Daddy's bedside and let him go, I see in my mind's eye and realize with some surprise that the curtains on the window were open. Daddy spent many hours sitting in his chair by that window watching the cardinals living in the arbor vitae, the flying… Continue reading the window
#whyteal…..the one where we need to get LOUD
I first met her twenty-eight years ago last month. We were all just getting to know each other, and I remember thinking how lovely and graceful and grace-filled this dear lady was. She was my roommate's mother. I met her at the beginning of our freshman year. She was beautiful inside and out. And she fought a battle… Continue reading #whyteal…..the one where we need to get LOUD
Something in the Water
I have a very clear memory of my Daddy, in his jeans and his blue chambray shirt that Mama made him, standing at my Granny's sink near the door to the back porch. He has one of her small red solo cups of water in his hands. He is standing, staring out the back window… Continue reading Something in the Water
After the Pink Ribbons Have Faded…..
The last day of October is upon us. Pink month is almost over. Last Wednesday we gathered to say goodbye and remember a sweet lady whose fight with breast cancer had ended. Last night I thought about a sweet young mama whose fight also was over, ending a life so full way too soon. I… Continue reading After the Pink Ribbons Have Faded…..
Unwrapping the Cord and Letting Go
Today I started to use a steam mop that was my Mama's. It hit me as I was about to unwrap the cord and plug it in that she was the one who had wrapped the cord just so. The last time it was wrapped it was by her hands. Yeah, sometimes I get sentimental about the… Continue reading Unwrapping the Cord and Letting Go
I Might Need A Nap 