“Good morning ladies and gentlemen in about fifteen minutes, we’ll be having our children’s story time,” the woman announces over the intercom. When Markolee couldn't get enough of Mercy Watson Hubby and I are sitting in the magazine section of Barnes and Noble. He is turning the pages of an Art and Design magazine…
Several weeks ago, when I explained the symptoms I was having to my neurologist, he nonchalantly recommended an MRI to rule out two disturbing possibilities: MS and brain tumor.I managed to put one foot before the other, and maintained a false-calm demeanor while I waited. When the neurologist called with the results, Hubby and…
I was sitting outside, editing, when Zuri opened the door with a petrified look on her face.“Mommy, Zahara burned herself.”I dropped my computer on the chair and ran behind my daughter into the kitchen. The stove was still on and a funky-looking funnel cake was burning in the pot. An orange…
My grandparents moved to Cumberland on a donkey.They padded the donkey, placed two baskets on each side, and in one basket, they put uncle Lee and in the other, my mother. There was a hole in the basket that carried mother. Halfway through the journey, my mother fell out, and wasn't missed until my…
A few days ago, Chris and I took a walk along the bay.
The breeze blew, the pelicans flew, and Chris and I strolled by. He looked mostly at the water on our left, and I admired the houses on our right.I stopped at one house, in particular, that had a glasshouse in the backyard. I…
Yesterday, we accepted a text-invitation to walk through an orchard. We dropped everything and prepared for a mini-adventure. Each person in our household is aware of their role when we are heading out. Markolee filled the water bottles, grabbed his bicycle and put it in the truck. Zahara took the blankets and basket down, and…