I am in the middle of my life. I'm also in the middle of caregiving.
The sky over my head was gray, promising more rain. Head bowed, I watched my feet and dodged puddles. Unsettled and restless, I rushed along, trying to fit my walk into an already busy day. When I finally looked up my eyes fell on a Japanese magnolia tree. Just a few days ago, the tree had… Continue reading Falling Petals
As I was on my way to the hospital to sit with my mom Saturday, I saw a flock of snow geese in a field. There were hundreds. And small groups of them were lifting and soaring into the sky, wheeling around and settling into a better feeding ground. They were white and gray and… Continue reading Snow Geese
"It could get a lot harder before it's over," my mom said to me one day, as she sat in her lift chair. She had not been feeling well. At 88, she had a lot of days like that. My mom had cared for her own mother at home, so she knew what was coming.… Continue reading On Seeing my Mom to the Gate
I am a runner. Not the 5k or marathon kind. No, I'm more of a runner away-er. That's my solution to problems. A relationship gets difficult? Withdraw from it. A tough day with the kids? Go for a drive. Things going sour on the job? Look for another one. I'm sure some psychologist somewhere would… Continue reading Runner
"Yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these..." Matthew 6:29 Every September, there they are. Like botanical fireworks. Springing up almost overnight, long stems bursting into an extravagant display of red petals and stamen. Here, we call them spider or surprise lilies. Nobody plants… Continue reading Extravagant God
I love to look for hidden treasure along the side of the road. I don't mean junk that's fallen out of farm trucks. I'm talking about beautiful things. Living, breathing, growing things. Of course, this drives my family crazy. "Hey, guys! Look at that hawk sitting on top of that pole out there!" "MOM! You… Continue reading Hidden Treasures
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees. ~Victor Hugo, Les Miserables I looked out of my kitchen window. The rain had stopped. My cell phone said the temperature outside was only 73 degrees! That's pretty uncommon for Mississippi in… Continue reading Come Away…