For my birthday one year, my mom gave me all of her writings from 1960 to what was present day. In 1973, my dad had undergone open heart surgery, and they had been told he maybe had 8 years to live. Having trouble processing what was their new reality, she was assigned to write a…
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A Plane Crash, a Needlework Sampler, and a Painting
This is a tale of ancestors, angels, and spirit guides. This tale is about the manifestation of whatever lies on the other side into physical form in my world. Connecting the events is tricky. Let me introduce my mother, Artis Ann and her Papa. Artis Ann was Papa’s only child. This photograph was taken before he…
LESSONS ONLY A MOTHER CAN TEACH
Tangible gifts are not what constitutes true giving. True giving is something that can only be gleaned from an expert. Only experts of true giving understand intent. Research says that to be an expert you have to work for ten years or ten thousand hours in the area you desire to know intimately. My teacher…
SIBLING PHILOSOPHY
The following is an email that I sent to my other brother who is not associated with this blog in anyway. In order to protect his anonymity, Big Nate and I lovingly refer to him as No. 2. Dear No. 2, When I was 16 years old you told me one of the most important…
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