Root Little Pig

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  The blinds drawn, lights off, I leaned over Mama’s hospital bed and rubbed her neck. “I don’t know how you manage to be so strong,” I said. “It’s like my mama always told me,” she answered. “Root little pig or die.” My mother has spent a lifetime figuring out how to survive only to [Read More...]

A Biscuit & Black Coffee Run

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Mama is sitting at the edge of her bed eating a biscuit with jam and drinking a tall black coffee from McDonalds, which Mama declares is pretty good coffee. I am the culprit who snuck the “real food” in. Mama says you can tell everybody the food here is bad and besides, she’s been a [Read More...]

As women gather

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A week ago I was in a hospital in Spokane, Washington celebrating the birth of our first grandchild. There were tears that day, too, but of a different sort. Tears of joy. I remember little from all those religion classes I took at University but the one thing I do remember is how eternity was [Read More...]


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