Words can be such a comfort and a blessing. They can change a day by being the pivotal moment, bringing light in the darkness, joy in the midst of sorrow, laughter in remembering. Today a dear friend sent me a picture of her daily calendar. No message, just the photo. The January 15 entry: The… Continue reading A Grateful Heart
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#88
#88. (That's the number sign, not a hashtag.) That was my Daddy's jersey number when he played football. He played on his high school team. He was a Green Wave. (Not sure the story behind that mascot name, but I'm sure there are those who do know. I hope to find them and get to… Continue reading #88
The Last Gift
Seven years ago. Just another of the lasts to remember that January and the beginning of February bring. Mama's birthday. The last one she was here with us for. Only, as life has a way of happening, we weren't able to celebrate together. One of the littles had gymnastics and the other one was under… Continue reading The Last Gift
apricity
she is comfort the sound of rain on the faded tin roof the hum of the needle making stitch after stitch the first ice cream of summer, dripping down the cone the smell of tea olive blossoming beneath the starlit sky the sound of her voice on the other end of the line reassures me… Continue reading apricity
A Grace Filled Eve
Tonight I will gather with little folks (and a few big) whom I love right here in my living room, and we'll debate about staying up to see the New Year in. We may or may not watch some form of something dropping to beckon in 2018, and then the laughter will turn into sighs… Continue reading A Grace Filled Eve
Happy Golden Years
Fifty years ago today, December 17, 1967, the romance that started outside a laundromat in Valdosta, Georgia began a new adventure as my Mama and Daddy said, "I do." And they did. Sickness. Health. Laughter. Pain. Joy. Grief. Children. Grandchildren. Other children whom they called their own. Friends. Family. Biscuits. Gravy. Pound Cake. Fried Cornbread.… Continue reading Happy Golden Years
A Star in the Dark
This past May was a time of celebrating, remembering, and just a few tears--happy tears. My oldest graduated from my alma mater and now hers, Wesleyan College. The graduating seniors voted for two parents to speak at the Baccalaureate service. It was a great honor to be one of the two chosen. As I told… Continue reading A Star in the Dark
the secret day
and so the day comes again as it has every year since there's no one to notice anymore but one alone in the corner of a dimly lit room she pulls out the tattered memory uncertain-- not sure-- why she continues to hang on to it or what to do as she opens it and… Continue reading the secret day
the petals on the ground
on this first day of spring I remember vividly another beautiful spring day walking beneath the towering cherry blossom trees dressed up in their pink finery so full that they blocked out most of the sky that was a brilliant blue with only a few of the fluffiest clouds I held the hand of the… Continue reading the petals on the ground
A Sucker for Love
Way back when, when my oldest was quite a small girl, we often found ourselves over at my dear Joyful friend's house. She and her girls were our lifeline, our fun, and our safe place to land. They were my girl's sisters for that time and for life, and I am always thankful for them.… Continue reading A Sucker for Love
I Might Need A Nap 