A Beautiful Goodbye

As they rolled her out from therapy where we were sitting in the waiting area, tears welled up in my eyes. My daughter started a light quiet sob and I could read the sadness on my son’s face. Our beloved Mamaw gazed off into the distance as if she wasn’t there in her mind; so…

Pointing the Finger

It feels good to point the finger doesn’t it? To look at other human beings and their ill circumstances and think they must be bad people to have suffered some bad fate while we beat our chest in comparison thinking we are so good.

Poem: Picking a Fight

I will take everything you say, And make it wrong, Turn it into something it’s not, Some nasty old song. Evil’s not your intent, But I will make it that way. My sensitive mind is made up, No matter what you say. I want to push you, For my own selfish reason, To unfairly provoke…