Step Two. Came to Believe

I used to facilitate an expressive writing class at our county jail.  One of our fun activities involved using something called a story starter.  A story starter is a way to give the writer a place to begin.  I would give each young lady a slip of paper with a…

Step One–Powerlessness

  This morning as I sat in mass, I noticed four sets of parents that I recognized because their kids had gone to school with our kids.  I knew one couple because their son and our oldest son had gone to kindergarten together.  It gave me a warm…

Taste the Love

This morning I chopped and ground vegetables for almost three hours.  It was exhausting work.  After I had ground two and one half gallons of green tomatoes and drained the liquid from them, I ground cabbage, apples, onions and sweet and hot peppers.  By the time salt, sugar and vinegar…

Let’s Talk About Drug Addiction…

    This past week Nashville’s mayor, Megan Barry lost her son to a drug overdose.  Just typing that sentence takes my breath away.  Not because I knew the mayor or her son, but because I know that it could have been me.  I’ve had friends…

Planting Trees

    My mother used to tell me that we don’t plant trees for ourselves.  They are a gift that we leave for future generations. When I posted my last blog, my sister made a comment that encouraged me to keep writing.  She mentioned that we never know…

Keep Pedaling…

  Last year, I completed a manuscript that I’d been working on for a very long time.  There was some initial interest, but it ended with a ‘no, thank you’.  So, I did what all respectable southern women do…I took to my…

Wild Chickens and Me

Paradox is hard to miss here. It forces me to pay attention.  Modern high-end resorts sit next to the ravages that Ivan left behind back in 2004.   The lovely beaches, I expected.  The flood of childhood memories was a surprise. Chickens are everywhere.  They announce the sunrise to all…

Tethered

  I try to walk Louis, a chocolate standard poodle and Lucy a long haired dachshund as much as possible. It can be quite a chore. Lucy being the oldest and in her mind, in charge, thinks that she is entitled to walk out in front. Louis is a big…

Hypnosis…Really?

“You are getting very sleepy…” A long chain holding a pendulum swings back and fourth.  Someone speaks in slow, monotone sentences, inducing a “coma-esque” state in the person (subject) that sits watching and listening.  The subject is unaware of the present moment, but can…

Mamas Never Forget Their Babies…

If God almighty were to sit in judgment of me the way that my daughter has, then I would be damned to hell for all of eternity. Of this, I am certain…. Actually, I am only teasing. But, I was surprised by a little exchange between me and my daughter…