Holy Land
In 1990, I was a teenage girl, going into my Senior year of high school. Back then, on Sunday evenings,…
In 1990, I was a teenage girl, going into my Senior year of high school. Back then, on Sunday evenings,…
This time, nine years ago, I was at Cartersville Medical Center, waiting for my mother to die. At 9:15 on…
It was Christmas Eve eve. And at 19°, with a negative wind chill, temperatures here in Georgia had dropped to…
Maybe I was four. I was definitely no older than five. I was youthful. And unsuspecting. From the yard, I…
They call it acrophobia. The fear of heights. I’m not afraid of heights though. The higher, the better. The higher…
It’s funny how, in the quiet, the mundane can become the meaningful. It’d been a long day. Not bad, just…
Imagination: /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ (noun) the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present…
There are some things that women just don’t talk about. For starters — our ages and our weight. Well—I’m 47,…
“Tell your mom that she did a good job.” Such a beautiful compliment from a perfect stranger, from this person…
Last month, I went to the eye doctor for my routine, yearly exam. I went through a few different procedures…