At some point in the ten years between the time my daddy passed away and my mama moved in with us permanently, Mother came to stay with us for a while as she recovered from an illness. Among the most cherished things she has…
The prayers of Mr. John Richard always bless me. His wife Miss Helen has told me that the John Richard you see at church is the real John Richard. He’s the same at home. Through and through, he’s the real…
When we first moved into this old farmhouse, our friend Dena suggested that Ray and I put a table on the front porch and have breakfast out there, just the two of us. It was years before we put a table…
My mama and I were at her doctor’s office yesterday for her routine blood work. As we were leaving, a big, burly daddy walked from his vehicle to the glass doors of the office with his little boy. The daddy towered over…
After church last Sunday, Mother, Ray, and I drove out the highway to Helen’s Restaurant for a meat and three. Every Sunday the menu has a new sheet with this Sunday’s choices of three different meats and ten or so vegetables. The price…
As Mother, Ray, and I prepared to attend my aunt’s funeral last week, I wondered how my aunt’s daughter — I’ll call her Susan — would handle her own husband’s care while she attended the funeral with her Daddy. Susan’s…
