Reclaim.

I like the opening lines of Williamson’s poem… but before I just into the why, let me say this. I don’t know about you, but I don’t question my inadequacy. And I don’t need anyone to tell me that I am. I feel and fear it pretty fully. All Humanity is inadequate.  We are all ...

Have it abundantly.

 It’s really hard sometimes. It’s hard to believe that life, now, can be abundant… When you are running out of money. Out of energy. Out of joy. 2016 was not the easiest year for us as a family. My mom had surgery that ended up handicapping her, requiring the family to pitch in for long ...

In memory.

22. November 2016 home&family, loss, photos, poetry 1
It was unexpected, his final departure. When he finally was granted his rest. You see, he was the best. The best at rides on his mower, The best tomato grower, The best at cast iron corn bread, Kisses on heads, And (most-of-the-time) at cards. He was the best at Christmas. The decorations were extravagant Yet ...

Remnants of 5

“she’s getting so big!” the lady says, putting a bulletin in my empty hand while looking at my daughter, who is holding the other. “i know!” i reply, inwardly bracing for the inevitable facing of follow-up comments and “demands.” a command to have… “number 2…!” she exclaims. “it’s time for number 2!” she sing-songs, her voice ...