The Photograph

It hung there like a branch on a tree. The color? It was more of a brown, Like shoe leather and cream with orbs of splattered sunlight. The timeworn camera had captured a split second of special. We would call it a black and white photo today, but to suggest it had a quality of…

Boot Camp

~Memoir~ Chapter 5 Boot Camp It seemed like it only took months for my sickness to progress into a total meltdown. I felt depleted of every ounce of strength, like wafting wet paper I floated along drained. It was a weekday in winter, and the chill was all around me. I could smell death and…

Comfortable

I thought of a word to describe you. Comfortable Like a much-traveled shoe A blanket worn and soft A tree with old bark A coffee cup stained The coziness of a tattered chair The bare path much traveled upon Openly frank and unpredictable, yet predictable in every way Comfortable A rainy Monday splattered on a…

Season of Thankfulness

My dear cousin, Marilyn Loy Turner sent me two inspiring and thought provoking pieces on being thankful that she wrote years ago.  They were published in the paper under Empty Nest Syndrome. After much division in our great nation America, and Thanks Giving drawing closer, I decided to go ahead and publish these to help get our minds…