Summer! Where are you?


Summer….please hurry and get here so I can to to my Mama’s place and read and think and write. I need time away! It’s over due.

Rough Patch


I keep visualizing my Mama’s face as she looked at me and said, “I just wish someone would tell me when I will get past this rough patch.” That was near the very end. She never gave up. And now, when I find myself going through what I think is a rough patch, I’m reminded that it’s not as rough as some. And I’m lucky….because I will get through.