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April 6, 2020

And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the peopl...

March 30, 2020

It’s a huge job.

Tiring and joy-packed, if you have the nerve to take it on, if you are willing to live out the role. No money in this kind of work. Just purpose and love.

I remember when grandkids were little and fought over our laps. I still can throw back my head and...

March 23, 2020

It’s Wednesday evening. Light is dimming in the sky.

During normal times, we are picking up children in a van for church. Today is abnormal. Church is closed. Children are staying home. We are staying home.

Last Wednesday night, we asked the children to help us look for...

March 16, 2020

Another event—cancelled, postponed, put away, put aside. The stores are out of toilet paper? What?

I am shocked.

I might have been less surprised if it had been a computer virus. I’m always being warned about computer viruses. Norton keeps me in the loop.

But a virus that...

March 9, 2020

Gone for several days.

When I returned home, it was early evening. Half-expected the dogs to be spinning and gleeful, but no thoughts about the daffodils!

Only buds when I left. Now laughing and rabble-rousing! Full blooms!

If you aren’t a flower person, you may not get i...

March 2, 2020

According to the great philosopher Forrest Gump, “Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”

There’s one line from the Forrest Gump movie I hang onto. There’s never enough rocks….

Was that the heart of the story? No, I don’t...

February 24, 2020

At the library in town. My computer is suddenly jazzy. Weaves in and out of google, email, photos, Facebook, and websites with ease, gliding like it’s in a long, flowing dress.

Everything in the high-tech world sways like couples of the Big Band Era. I want to applaud i...

February 17, 2020

If I believe in behaviors, which I surely do, I have a big case of this mama-thing. Even with people who are not related to me! Surely I’m not the only one who does these things.

Just take yesterday, for example.

My niece, who had a little stress in a new job, came to th...

February 10, 2020

In 1958, I was a fourteen-year-old girl in North Little Rock.

As I think about that city, it seems like every day was hot. I know that can’t be true. I recall the downtown traffic, one car always smashed up against another. (I had no idea at the time that I had a depth...

February 3, 2020

My eyes. They hurt. They need rest from reading and writing. I’ve been trying to meet deadlines. Self-imposed, of course!

Two days ago, my hairdresser told me about a new recipe she’d found on Pinterest. She raved about it, so I wrote the ingredients down while I was in...

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