And So, I Don’t Have to Hurry...
I look across the hayfield and see nothing but Queen Anne’s Lace, a field of wildflowers. Something is wrong here. Instead of hay, we...
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Jun 11, 2018
While I Was Waiting...
Sister, you have been sick for weeks. Sicker than I’ve ever known you to be. I keep looking back over my shoulder, remembering our youth...
Apr 16, 2018
This Cancer Thing!
Again, here I am, seven years later, asking myself: What was this cancer thing about? I was a mental health counselor for 20 years, so I...
Apr 2, 2018
When Women "Do Lunch"
What is this about? I probably go to lunch with one of my friends twice a month. I couldn’t care less about where we go, how fancy it is,...
Mar 12, 2018
Dementia and Alzheimer’s
I’m sharing a poem today. It was written by Bob Hicok. I came across it days before my support group met. (I facilitate a support group...
Feb 26, 2018
Quiet Grief
All I know to do is wait. Wait, pray, ask for help, and hold these feelings. I messed up on the computer. It means my pictures,...
Jan 29, 2018
Grasse Memorial Clinic
Calico Rock, Arkansas. I’m here for my quarterly check-up. It’s a hard thing. It’s a brave thing. A nurse will poke me with a needle. I’m...
Jul 3, 2017
Like Pollen
Last evening. I saw the truth. No words. Just feelings. Just behaviors. But big enough for me to recognize it. I knew, after my husband...
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