Be Happy
I tried to talk to Mama as I fed her the Easter dinner I’d brought over. But she’d mostly either
Sharing the stories, emotions and lessons of life's challenges and God's grace
I tried to talk to Mama as I fed her the Easter dinner I’d brought over. But she’d mostly either
This week I held my six month old granddaughter while my son offered her a spoon of her very first
I was over at Mom’s today as a new care giver was being trained in. She’s a refugee from Kenya
Mama has less to say these days. She mostly hollers or talks gibberish. I can’t remember the last time she
Last night, like most nights now, I fed Mama her supper. She doesn’t pick up her spoon much anymore, so
I went to a funeral yesterday, of an older cousin of my husband’s. And sitting in front of us, filling
I walked in the house and saw Mama in her rocking chair. “Hi, Mom!” I said. “That’s all I’ve got,”
This is the second time I’ve ever cried tears of gratitude for a dentist. And I’m pretty sure it’s the
Mama cuddles up next to me on the love seat. “I love you, Mama,” I say. Mom turns her head
I sit next to Mama on the love seat and start to sing our Bushel and a Peck song. “I