• Briefly


    Taking Care of Mama 8.22.12 You buy the plane ticket To come see me You comb my hair, Rub my neck You position my dinner Just so You pack the oxygen In the car, All the while, telling me Not to worry God’s got all[..]
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  • Feeling Insignficant

    Feeling Insignficant

    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[..]
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  • Root Little Pig

    Root Little Pig

    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[..]
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  • The Haint of Death

    The Haint of Death

    “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[..]
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  • The Healing of the Dying

    The Healing of the Dying

    Morrow County Courthouse A watercolor of Scottish man in a kilt playing the fiddle took the Judge’s Choice Award. I know because I was the judge who awarded it. I’m not sure what time we got home last night but when I stepped into the[..]
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  • How Does Your Tumor Grow?

    How Does Your Tumor Grow?

    A friend once told me how difficult it was for her to adjust to the military way of life. She had grown up a product of prosperity. Her father had discovered some necessary component to something in the music industry and had made a tidy[..]
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  • Wonders of the Brokenhearted

    Wonders of the Brokenhearted

      The argument over health care is politically-charged and I have nothing much to add to it other than choices matter. They can make the difference between life and death, between a good life or a miserable one. Mama has choices, and for this day I'm[..]
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  • Biscuits & Black Coffee Run

    Biscuits & Black Coffee Run

    Mama is sitting at the edge of her bed eating a biscuit with jam and drinking a tall black coffee from McDonalds, which Mama declares is pretty good coffee. I am the culprit who snuck the "real food" in. Mama says you can tell everybody[..]
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  • As Women Gather

    As Women Gather

    A week ago I was in a hospital in Spokane, Washington celebrating the birth of our first grandchild. There were tears that day, too, but of a different sort. Tears of joy. I remember little from all those religion classes I took at University but[..]
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