The Last Best Place on Earth

For Dad, it’s Alive Hospice, Murfreesboro, Tennessee. The Nashville facility was full and the admissions nurse so determined that Dad needed to be there that she sent him to the Murfreesboro campus at midnight Friday. Daddy rests in a large room halfway between the nurse’s desk and a family room containing comfortable chairs, recliners, andContinue reading “The Last Best Place on Earth”

Murphy bit my nose.

I knew it was coming someday, and it was my own fault. She was already in bed, curled up, occupying the space that would hold my feet if that little Punkin’ wasn’t there. I bent down at the foot of the bed to kiss her on the head and she didn’t feel me coming. BlessContinue reading “Murphy bit my nose.”

TomTom is gone.

I have grieved but not nearly as much as my dad. He made friends with the little grey and white kitten the first time TomTom crawled up the bank from the ravine. Dad was working outside and talked to his new friend every day until the cat was no longer afraid of him. Tom mightContinue reading “TomTom is gone.”

Day 18–Granny Ada’s Birthday!

My tiny great-grandmother, Ada Shoemake, was a hoss. Her husband Johnny died young, and she remarried a man from the community. But she decided right away that she’d made a mistake and she didn’t live with him. I really don’t know if she ever got a divorce. She raised her kids by herself. She neverContinue reading “Day 18–Granny Ada’s Birthday!”

I’m no poet.

Some days I’m not sure I’m even a writer.  Writers are like that. But Monday I took a small carton of blackberries to my friend and she wrote on a social media post: “Yum. Home grown blackberries with a little cream and raw sugar. Thank you, my sweet fruit fairy…” Along with the blackberries, I shared a littleContinue reading “I’m no poet.”