Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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After the outpouring of love and support over the past few days about Charly's death, I don't think I want to "count my age by friends"…I'd be really, really old! I know there will be days when the Charly memories hit me hard…I know there will be tears…but right now God has answered prayers and I…
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Charly stopped eating last night. This morning he was too weak to go for a walk…even though Tom had the day off and would be joining us. So I stayed behind and petted him until Tom and Max returned, not wanting him to be alone. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I had…
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Twenty-four years ago today I became a new person…a mother. Becoming a mother revealed qualities within me that I never dreamed existed. "Self-centered" and "self-indulgent" were stripped away the moment I set eyes on the little life we named Tommy…the miracle combination of me and Tom that God created and presented back to us. From…
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I think Kendall's graduation cap and braided ropes hadn't been touched since she placed them on that chest right after the ceremony last June. I untangled the cords, hung them on a hook, and propped her cap up on her dresser. Stoney LaRue's voice floated in from the livingroom speakers…"May God bless you and keep you always, may your wishes…
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There are more truths in 24 hours of a [person's] life than in all the philosophies. – Raoul Vaneigem This struck a chord in me when I read it today. After a quick Googling and Wiki-read of Raoul, I'm not sure I would agree with him on much else, but on this we agree…what a difference…
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On clear days, the morning sunshine spills and splashes into the hollow, but there are places it doesn't reach…spots where the road hugs tight to a steep side of a hill and down along the creek and other places in the woods where the sunlight can't pass through the leaves on the oak trees. There are days…
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I blinked and a week vanished. At this very time a week ago, I was sitting in my parents' house…specifically at the kitchen table. Tom and I were there to celebrate my mother's birthday, although she didn't actually turn 78 until yesterday (Friday the 13th…a lucky day in our family!) but she graciously agreed to have a pre-celebration last…
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In one of my earliest memories, I'm lying in bed with my mother perched beside me…teaching me…"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep…" A few years later, she decides I'm old enough for a little more…"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…" The past couple of…
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If I were an artist, I would paint a picture of this hollow as it looked this morning…muted greens and browns along the road where the mists and shadows of night still lingered…blazing golds and reds in the treetops and hillsides basking in the fresh sunshine….Max, Charly and Frankie making their way along the caliche road…
Long Hollow 