The Hurt House

  It belonged to me, partly, for a short time.  The image above, of it reduced to a smoldering heap, atop its cinder block foundation, should make me sad, but doesn't.  Although I sympathize with its current settlers, displaced and robbed of their belongings, I'm glad it's gone.  If I'd been notified while it was a blaze, I…

2:21

"Might as well have a cup of coffee" I concede, slothing to the kitchen.  Nestling into the recliner, I swaddle with a homemade crocheted blanket, and take a moment to give thanks for the hands that crafted it, wondering if she too was courting the night when she made it.  My infatuation for the stillness of these wee…

Death Drop

The cancer diagnosis made me look to the heavens, asking in utter scorn, "Really?!" She never smoked, and besides a few young adult escapades, she didn't drink either.  By most standards, as far as self-inflicting, harmful habits were concerned, she exemplified sainthood.  The one bad habit she did have, however, of internalizing emotions, proved more…

Bully’s Little Girl

Displaced from a second failed marriage, I slinked back to my parents' home, with two sons, taking a front row seat to Tony's distress and ultimate decease on New Year's Eve night of that year.  The holidays tiptoed in the background, outshone by his demise. Contrary to previous anticipations, I didn't revel in the spectacle.…

Hanging By A Thread

The sirens fainted in the distance, ripping him farther from our grasp, while Vicki regurgitated the events unfolding during the hour I left him alone.  His body had blued from lack of oxygen and released its waste, while hanging from the old oak.  Chiming in, I retorted “EMS revived him and he’s on his way…

Bully Bested

His friends called him 'Port'. He stood a big man, massive in comparison to us as children.  Calves, the size of footballs, carried the load of his muscular frame and well hydrated beer belly, hidden underneath a thick mane of wavy grey hair, worn long, beneath a greasy, frayed ball cap.  For spring, summer and fall he…

Gardening 101

Spending the summers rambling under the feet of my precious maternal grandparents, I relished the crash courses in Gardening 101.   Whether tending to their mammoth vegetable garden or planting flowers in the yard, we grandchildren were required to assist, in pulling weeds if nothing else.  Curiously intrigued by their ability to make anything grow, I…

Ashes and Medallions

They sat on my dining room table for months; tucked inside cardboard boxes, Mama and Eric’s ashes filled two plastic bags, secured by silver medallions etched with numbers. Toiling through my grief, I struggled to accept the concept that their lives lay there in boxes. If ashes were all that remained of their existences, I…

Death’s Moan

In bright red, 4:00 a.m. glowed on the clock's face, signaling alarm.  It wasn't a dream, the phone continued ringing, raising me from a one eyed slumber.  Without answering, I knew death was calling. ∼ The hallway, looming and long, sucked me into its vortex, past the reverent faces' greetings at the front door.  Awake…