Naomi’s End

My granny Naomi moved herself and her boys back into the little shack that she had grown up in. Her Momma didn’t mind her pretty daughter and her fine young grandsons coming back home. She just had one rule that they all had to follow: they all had to be at church every time the…

Granny Naomi, Indian Spirit – Part I

My Daddy was a real good-looking man. We aren’t real sure who all his people were because the Jefferson County Courthouse burned down just after he was born. All the records of births and deaths and marriages went up in smoke. Like quite a few people up in these parts,  Daddy had a good amount…

NOT a Coincidence

Coincidence : 1. a chance occurrence of events remarkable either for being simultaneous or for apparently being connected 2. the fact, condition, or state of coinciding 3. of or relating to a circuit that produces an output pulse only when both its input terminals receive pulses within a specified interval   Hhhhmmmm….keep in mind #3.…

What are We Afraid Of?

The other night I had an “otherworldly” visitor. It showed itself to me at my bedroom window on the night before I bought my new home (notice I said “home” and not house? Years ago I bought an old painted door at a church auction for $40 that read, “A house is made of wood and beams, but a…

Come Little Children Come

Before, in a life that seems long long ago, I was a preschool teacher. I use the term “teacher” VERY loosely…because I my role was more a facilitator of play. We had our hands in the paint and in the beads and in the dough. We were always outside looking for rocks and pine cones…

Tapping at My Bedroom Window

Two nights ago I had a special visitor at my bedroom window. I had no idea what the creature was…but he was a cross between a butterfly, a dragonfly, a bird, a moth and a fairy. I watched him noisily flutter and knock against the glass caught between repulsion and wonder. He was huge. He…

….That’s What Little Girls Are Made Of

 Not all of the boys that I knew were my enemies.  In fact I had a whole lot more friends that were boys than friends that were girls. I didn’t like dolls and I didn’t like ribbons and I sure didn’t like to be inside when there was a great big world outside to play in.  Sometimes, if it was a…

The Tattered Blanket

“People talk about wanting others to succeed, or have a  good life…and some folks really are happy to see someone else do well. But then there are  folks who don’t want anybody to be better off than they are… whether it’s about money or happiness or even talent… and I can tell you already, that…