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

Making Room

I sat at the gate, sweating, praying that the Uber driver coming would be female. It was muggy-hot, like the air needed a good rinsing, and I chugged my Smart Water. The sky had clouded up since I’d sat down, a few raindrops on the sidewalk were disappearing. We’d had a little mix up about… Continue reading Making Room

Chautauqua

I hadn't really wanted to get up when the alarm went off at 3 a.m. for a shuttle to the Atlanta airport at 4 a.m. for a flight at 8 a.m., but I did because she'd asked me to come.  This was the daughter who had only recently begun to like me again, and I… Continue reading Chautauqua