Rent-a-parent for the Holidays

My mother loved Christmas. She made a big fuss over it every year. As daughter Shelby says: Giving gifts was grandma’s love language. Getting them was, too. Mama loved to give & get gifts.  When I got the call last year on Christmas Day telling me that Mama was dying, and that I needed to get [Read More…]

Quiet Hours in the Village

An artist is not a special kind of person. In every person is a special kind of artist.   A. K. Coomaraswamy I’ll confess, I was more than a little sad to leave our sweet room and the city of Amsterdam. There was still so  much I had not seen yet. I did manage to get [Read More…]

Notes from Mama’s Bible

She wrote all sorts of notes in her bible, my mother did. Not just favorite verses, although there are those. But poems that spoke to her. Like this one: A kiss of the sun for pardon, A song of the birds for mirth. One is nearer God’s heart in a garden than anywhere else on [Read More…]