SoCS: Not Quite Forgotten

Frodo: “I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.”Gandalf: “So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings The ring in the photo belonged to my godmother. When she passed away many years ago, her husband gave it to my motherRead more

Her Hands

  “God has given us two hands, one to receive with and the other to give with.” ~Billy Graham~ Long, slender fingers Touched by the passing of ninety-eight years And the slight wrinkle of a Shar-Pei Daughter squeezes memories of her childhood Of wars, depressions and political elections Of marriage, babies and Catholic faith A fleshy grip that once held adult refreshment Now holds a warming cup of thickened brown The digits shake dinner’s fork and spoon And point toRead more

Snapshot: I Don’t Want to Grow Up

Discover Challenge: Get inspired by Andrea Jarrell’s post “A Roar for the Ages,” and tell a broad story using a series of short, focused scenes. The Shower I remember the day clearly, walking home from eighth grade with a girlfriend. We were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, next to an apple tree, near where a former house had been replaced by a gas station. Vehicles buzzed past, maneuvering a curve, then disappearing. We were on the verge of ninth grade, highRead more

“I don’t know…”

Time spent with mom has been alternately difficult and smile-inducing the past few weeks. She falls deeper into a mind that forgets days and dates and confuses the people that have consumed her life. Her world-in-the-now grows smaller as her world from the past paints the larger portion of her landscape. I repeat (several times) to mom the day of the week that I’m there to visit and the month of my birthday. And of my brother’s birthday. Mom believes that she missedRead more

My Love is Not my Love

“This week, consider the unreliable narrator — a classic storytelling device — in your own work, no matter your genre.” She is there. I see her. She was in my dreams and now we stand face to face. And I think, “My love is not my love. She will serve me well.”   I win her over with a smile, with many compliments. Her co-dependency willingly accepts. And I think, “My love is not my love. She will serve my physicalRead more