Pining Poor

Dear Fellow Rock Creek Women Who Pine, I cut and pasted an email I sent a close friend today: “i got to church, feeling puny because i hadn’t really wanted to come.  i didn’t want to go last sunday either, and I didn’t.  i’ve realized over the last few nights that i haven’t been listening… Continue reading Pining Poor

Troubling Ourselves

Mama is dying. I’m sitting in her bedroom next to her hospital bed, the metal rail cold against my leg.  The oxygen tube is bothering her and Vicky, her caregiver, is adjusting it as I write.  “That better, Martha?”  Mama moans. Mama normally reads a page from her devotional every night with Vicky.  When I… Continue reading Troubling Ourselves

Sifting

October 18 Dear Rock Creek Women-in-their-PJ's, It's late.  Probably most of you are in your beds, cozy and comfortable, sifting through the day's events as you drift off to sleep.  That's where I'm heading after I hit send. But before I do, I want to sift through the events that happened here, and tell you… Continue reading Sifting

Joy at Dawn

October 9 Dear Rock Creek Women of Dirt and Dishes, Snow days. Unexpected refund checks in the mail. Being sick on Sunday. How do you spell relief? I lay low, blow un-budgeted cash, and play hooky without guilt to get it. Give myself permission simply to be.  And not necessarily to be responsible. And that’s… Continue reading Joy at Dawn