“My pond, my pole, my fish … my supper,” she snarled. At least she gave me his head. Mounted on my bedroom wall, it shoots me a mean stare every day: Puts me in mind of Miz O.
Daily I express gratitude to Mama by striving to do so in words and deeds, always mindful of what she was and, in my heart, still is: All mother — all the time.
I realized that sickness, like health, is part of human existence. It is an annealing experience that tests one’s tenacity and endurance, thereby making those virtues — as well as faith — stronger. Jaybird taught me what he knew: Job had a job to do