My dad does not like wreaths. Not even at Christmas. He tells me that when he was a child, a wreath hung on a door meant death within. He and his friends would make a wide berth as they passed by, silent. He does not like cemeteries, either. And wonders at my fascination with them. […]
Sissy and I, we talk about it. Again. All she did was reach to put a dish back on the nightstand. And BOOM! She hit the floor. And the ambulance came. And she never saw her house again. We talk about the lasts. The last time she walked in that door. The last time […]
May 9, 2012 Linking this post with Ann and the 1000 Moms Project to help in the funding of a Compassion International Maternity/Child Survival program in Haiti for a whole year. My mom passed away on November 27, 2011. Thank you, Mom, for the simple gifts, for laughter, and for teaching me to […]
I am too big in my box to see I AM but when I am out of my box I am small so small and I see I AM everywhere I am. I write this in honor of L.L. Barkat who has inspired me to leave my “box” and yield myself to the vastness of […]
Gracee and I have started to read Little House on the Prairie. She wraps herself in her Princess pink blanket and curls up next to me. She reads a page, and then I read a page. And we talk about what we read. The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way […]
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Gathering with others at Chatting at the Sky to unwrap and celebrate the small things, gifts that wait to be discovered.