Feeling Insignificant


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...]