Silent Partner

On October 28, my Little Mama will be 95 years old.  Do you know her? Do you know her strength, her humor, her generosity, her incredible...

There are a few things that I associate with my Little Mama more than others.  How cool her hands were and are, on hot foreheads. How sof...

The New Year's Eve Blessed Quiet. What struck me this morning was the true blessed quiet of last night. For the first night in 22 d...

This morning  I woke with the same thoughts I had gone to bed with the last three nights, the suffering and the grace in life. The hand in...

The day did not start out as a "can-I-get-an-Amen!" kind of day. No, more like it started out crooked-needed-to-be righted...

PAPA It was a week of deaths, the powerfully moving and the inconseqential. Uncle Sammy, the last of the Pollard brothers died, and the...

It is 8:20 and we are driving the 25 miles back home from Saturday night at the mall.  The Saturday night at the mall part had hit me pret...

Making Art

"You aren't supposed to pick the flowers," she said to me. My ebullient and golden, near-perfect friend said something so stra...

Some people are just born with grace in their beings, blood, breath. Maybe not enough people, but enough to remind the rest of us of ...

Four years ago it was always the same. I'd go see the Healer, he would look at me and I would begin to cry, not just a little crying, no...