Some of my best memories as a child were in the middle of class. This may be hard for you to believe until you realize that “Class” was held in my mom’s living room, around our neighbor’s kitchen table, on my grandparents’ porch or sitting on my aunt’s couch, surrounded by my siblings and some… Continue reading My Living Room Education
My Aunt has these cool, loud, fluffy things in her yard. They squawk and have wings, beaks, feathers, clawed feet…they all look like….well they look like guineas (guinea fowl to be precise). I remember once I was given the task of putting them in at night. My aunt instructed me to make SURE that a specific… Continue reading WHAT THE BIRD WITH A LIMP TAUGHT ME
Sometimes I wonder if mine was the last generation that will remember the world by the feel of it pressed up against us. I wonder if us 80’s and 90’s kids were the last to know the earth from up close and personal experience. An earth that we dug our toes into all afternoon and… Continue reading Is Mine The Last Generation?
~I stood by your bed, shaking from a nightmare. I watched you sleeping peacefully and hated to wake you up, but my tears won out. My little childish hand tapped your shoulder and you opened your eyes, weary like only a mother’s eyes can look. You turned back the covers and wrapped your arms around… Continue reading I TOLD YOU OF MY NIGHTMARE (A Mother’s Day Post)
Let me tell you a story of the woman I admire. Though years gone from this life, she continues to impact my world. I remember as a little girl, sitting on the edge of my grandma’s giant king sized bed with my sister, talking and laughing and feeling very “adultish” that we were up past… Continue reading THE WOMAN WHO ALWAYS HAD TIME FOR ME