Have you ever had one of those days that left you feeling down, really truly bogged down in the mire of what we people can be and do when we are not at our best? A day of seeing how folks can bring each other down with their words and their actions and their lack… Continue reading Itta Be Fine
Tag: Mama’s wisdom
Remember the Math
I miss my Mama. She's been on my mind and heart so much more than usual in the recent past. I suppose it could be because January is her month. Her birthday is Friday the 15th, forever etched in my mind and soul. The day I give thanks for her presence on this earth and… Continue reading Remember the Math
The Sign on the Path Oft Taken
First, this is not a political post or commentary. That would be breaking one of my Daddy's major rules for life--do not talk about politics in general company. If you know me at all, you know I try not to ever disappoint my Daddy--or my Mama for that matter--even still. I try to give them… Continue reading The Sign on the Path Oft Taken
TRASH
New Year's Eve. 2018. So much to think about and ponder upon and yet, I remember the old wives' tale about sweeping. Don't sweep on New Year's Day or you'll sweep someone out of your life. I don't want to review memories and stories and sweep them back into my memories. And so I find… Continue reading TRASH
Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
Cooter was sick with his standard Sunday evening 12 hour stomach thing two weeks ago. I don't call it a proper bug, because there's never any rhyme or reason to it. He doesn't run fever or have any other symptoms. Just every so often--occasionally--he will have stomach trouble to the point of vomiting a few… Continue reading Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
That thing you give others so freely
People. This one is going to be short and sweet tonight. You can only do the best you can do with what you have at the time. Don't look back and question yourselves. Don't give yourself a hard time because, looking back, you can clearly see what you should have done. I am… Continue reading That thing you give others so freely
The Name He Gave Me
Apparently my name is hard to say. Over the years it's been mispronounced or misunderstood quite a few times. (Somehow on more than one occasion, the person on the other end of the phone has thought I was saying "Pat." How you get Pat from Tara, I got no idea, but there it is.) Perhaps… Continue reading The Name He Gave Me
A Chip Off the Old Mug
As I was cleaning up the kitchen after supper tonight, I was thinking about my chipped mug. It's one of my favorites. Cooter used it, it was in the sink, my cast iron skilled slipped, and there you go. The story of How My Mug Got Chipped. But it's one of my favorites so I… Continue reading A Chip Off the Old Mug
The Question She Always Asked
Tonight I'm sitting with my Mama, as I remember her and struggle to fully grasp how long it has been since I heard her voice aloud. Three years. And tonight as I am struggling to let some things go and not put back together pieces from some other things, I can hear her asking the… Continue reading The Question She Always Asked
The One About the Finger Injury, Birthing Goats, and Green Yarn
My Cousin is one of the most fascinating and beautiful folks I know. Wait. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. So Saturday night, after a lovely afternoon of painting and then a massive trip to the grocery store, I came home to unload and start supper. I wasn't doing the best I could do,… Continue reading The One About the Finger Injury, Birthing Goats, and Green Yarn
I Might Need A Nap 