Feeling Insignificant

Matter

Mama took the doctors best prognosis in typical Mama fashion. She looked straight at them and said, “Man is man and God is God.” Her meaning was clear:  Man can only guess. God knows. The oncologist shook his head in agreement. I don’t know what particular belief system he ascribes to, if any, but he [Read More...]

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...]

Facing the Haint of Death

Room with a view

“This day is not a sieve, losing time. With each passing minute, each passing year, there’s this deepening awareness that I am filling, gaining time. We stand on the brink of eternity.”  Ann Voskamp When that soldier came to our little trailer house in 1966 with that Regret-to-Inform telegraph in hand the whole thing tore [Read More...]


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