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 beautiful mess of love
that door
you've seen enough of them slammed in your face and those few that were slammed behind you but this one was different you knew the possibilities that lay behind it you knew the stories of what could be and all the maybes and likelies and still it was terrifying because this one this one you… Continue reading that door
don’t let them
don't let them tell you the stars aren't really diamonds twinkling just for you waiting to adorn your dreams while you slumber where you live out all your heart's desires don't let them tell you it's silly to guard your heart so carefully or to love him so completely don't let them convince you life… Continue reading don’t let them
where it hurts
when my children were little I could ask them "where does it hurt?" and they would point or nod or tell me and I would doctor it up, cleaning it, putting on the ever-magical bandaid and kiss it all better which would usually end in giggles and all would be fixed but now, as they… Continue reading where it hurts
Leaps of Faith
Out beyond Granny's house on the farm was a ditch of sorts. It was swampy around it, and whether or not anything we imagined was true, we cousins made up stories about what kinds of horrible things lurked in the murky, dank waters. The worst thing in the world would have been to fall in… Continue reading Leaps of Faith
a long time gone
the thing about special days now is that they will never be the same without hearing your voice and that phone call at exactly the same time every single year the sound of your voice echoes in the silence that inevitably comes and the moment passes, another year and still my heart misses yours as… Continue reading a long time gone
You Are More
Cooter has become fascinated with stories of things people got in trouble for when they were his age. He has had many conversations with his Daddy about his. Recently he asked Leroy if he got in trouble at school. Leroy told him he couldn't tell them what all he did when he was younger. I think… Continue reading You Are More
the winter people
as the sun paints the leaves a lighter color in anticipation for the changing of the season, laying out the fancy fall foliage, waiting for the summer crowds to head on home a pot of soup waits on the stove and in the woods, beneath the fallen logs and inside the hollowed out trees await… Continue reading the winter people
I’m a Monet, Y’all
Last week was my sweet neighborfriend's birthday. The past two Tuesdays we've had the opportunity to paint together in celebration. It was something I never would have taken on by myself but when she agreed to go together, I was all for it. Though for the record, this was a style of painting I'd never… Continue reading I’m a Monet, Y’all
Cauliflower In My Mac and Cheese
Because of food allergies, we have been around the world and back looking for "substitutes" for those foods we have to avoid. Substitutes that are safe and that we enjoy eating are like finding treasure, because the same old meals day in and day out get very old, very fast. Last June my Aunt found… Continue reading Cauliflower In My Mac and Cheese
I Might Need A Nap 