SighingSome of us do this thing when life is hard and there’s nothing we can do about it. For whatever it’s worth, I, Pat Durmon and retired...
Like a Jigsaw PuzzleSweater weather. Friday afternoon: I arrive at the Mennonite Fellowship Building located behind the church, beside the creek. Laughter. I...
Some Days Feel Not OkayIn the warp and woof of daily living, no one is perfect. No one is doing it just right all the time. You know that, right? Life can be...
The House Is QuietI am sick. It changes the routine of everyone. Grandboys upstairs with games, husband rests on the sofa, grandgirl naps in a bedroom, me...
Grasse Memorial ClinicCalico Rock, Arkansas. I’m here for my quarterly check-up. It’s a hard thing. It’s a brave thing. A nurse will poke me with a needle. I’m...
Suffering and LoveI’m circling like a buzzard in a parking lot at a funeral home. I need a place with plenty of space. (I have depth perception issues.) My...
A LetterDear Flood Victims, As I look at the photos on the internet of Northeast Arkansas, my jaw drops and tears well in my eyes. I’ve seen...
Hard Things HappenCrosses. My husband made me a wooden one. It hangs on a wall. I wear a silver one around my neck. I hear people say, “That’s my cross to...
The Velveteen HusbandHe left the two dogs and me behind to attend an aunt’s funeral service in our hometown, five hours away. My husband will pay special...
Rescuing a DogFog, mist, chill in the air. I visit a friend who just rescued another dog. She worries aloud that she has no place to permanently keep...