Faithfully Home

  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 Mom found her way home last Friday, February 15, 2019. Home to her family of 15, home to her husband Evan, and home to her Savior, Jesus Christ. It was time for the dementia to take a hike and for Pauline to feel freedom from her physical restraints. Mom went peacefully in her sleep, a blessing that most of us desire whenRead more

SoCS: So Far or As Of?

So far, it’s been quite the week for her. As of early Monday morning, March 5th, 2018, it hit without much warning. She knew she was in trouble, but not to what extent. It didn’t seem quite so powerful then, certainly not enough to keep her home from work. On Monday afternoon, trouble grew. Into tiredness, inability to think, her chest tightening,a cough developing. Quitting time became an hour before quitting time. That’s all she wrote. In her mind, she’dRead more

Life Under Construction

Do you ever feel life is like maneuvering around road construction and those dang orange barrels? Zigging and zagging. Trying to stay in your lane, hoping nothing goes awry. Holding your breath, until you make it home safe. I haven’t been around WordPress much in the last ten days. I hit one of those orange barrels and had to pull off the road for several tense days. Insurance and AAA wasn’t going to help with this one. A little overRead more

A Memory With Mom: Unwanted

Author Andra Watkins has released her latest book, Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-mile Walk of the Natchez Trace, and is asking her fans, friends and followers to “make a memory.” You can read reviews of Andra’s book here and you can find details on how to make your own memory on her website, AndraWatkins.com. In a recent reply to a comment I posted on her site, Andra tells me that she wants to make a memory by celebrating mom’s daily enjoymentRead more

Snow Day

Weekly Writing Challenge: Glimmers of a Beginning It’s snowing again. I drive down the six-lane highway, a long serpentine of headlights coming at me, then past me. It’s 4:00 pm. The light snow and late afternoon sky wraps unknown drivers in a blanket of foggy white and the greasy tire tracks in each lane of the highway is bordered by sticky, accumulating snow. Grammaw Bunny (that’s me) is not driving with her usual lead foot, choosing instead to get homeRead more