Mother
My mother touching up photographs by hand. Wasn’t she lovely! Her pulse was weak and thready. My hand lay in the center of her chest. With my eyes closed, my sense of touch was...
Monthly Archive: June 2025
Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus
My husband often surprises me with a beautiful bouquet of cut spring flowers on my birthday. Trial and error have taught me that fresh water is the key to longevity where cut flowers are...
First Snow
With his legs crossed at the ankles, Papaw leaned against the door jamb of the bedroom. His blue eyes shone with the gleam of anticipation. It was a cold morning. My sister and I...
You May Only Come This Far
Since our property borders a creek, it isn’t easy to mow. It seems you are constantly claiming hills or racing towards valleys that were formed by nature to funnel rainfall into the creek. I’m...
A Foot in the Door
The gas stations of my childhood no longer exist. Gone are the days when you pulled up to a facility, rolled the window down, and received a warm welcome from the gas station attendant....
His Shadow
We are blessed to have a cabin on the river. During construction we decided to leave a small buffer between the cabin and the riverfront for privacy. We came to appreciate the buffer even...
Broken to Beautiful
Birthed from his desire to bring beauty back to the streets of his hometown of Lagos Nigeria, sculptor Nkwocha Ernest gathers old remnants of tires and meticulously arranges the pieces into artwork. His choice...
Level Up
Video games were never the focus of our son’s down time. Hunting, fishing and baseball dominated his hours out of the classroom. My great nephew, however, was the complete opposite. He spent the bulk...
Remnant
When I was a little girl, my grandmother spent hours piecing and stitching quilts. Unlike modern quilters that purchase textiles to create artistic show pieces in specific color schemes, my grandmother saved every remnant...
Schooling Fish
I love watching a large school of bait fish twist and turn in what could be labeled a highly choreographed dance. But what appears to be perfect unison, is nothing more than a close-knit...