IN the Ravine

We always knew someone in The Compound would fall in the ravine. Lord knows Dad tried. He decided in 2010 he would cut brush and clean up the vines on the bank; you know, “clear the land.” He devised the perfect way to enter and exit the big ditch. He routinely lowered a tall ladderContinue reading “IN the Ravine”

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”

Trying hard to leave.

My daddy hovers, sometimes thrashes, naked, his mind somewhere along an invisible jagged line between his tiny spot of time and space on earth and the ultimate reality of Infinity. His heart beats so fast sometimes that we fear stroke. Doctors get his heart rate down and his blood pressure goes up. Get the bloodContinue reading “Trying hard to leave.”

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.”

Lent…and New Year’s Resolutions

 Boy-oh-boy, Ash Wednesday seemed to come early this year—what to give up for Lent, what to take on, what to lose, what to find, what to… I’m still pondering my New Year’s Resolutions. I made some. It took me until January 11 to adopt my list of intended personal improvements for 2013. I make resolutionsContinue reading “Lent…and New Year’s Resolutions”

Ins and Outs, Part 1

I have two mental lists of “Things that indicate that I’m old”—even though I’m not. Old. List #1-Visible Signs: Chin hairs. Need I say more? Wrinkles. I don’t have many, though—because I am plump. The way I get up out of a chair after sitting for a while. I tend to walk like Fred SanfordContinue reading “Ins and Outs, Part 1”