To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. ~ Maya Angelou The inheritance I inherited my mother’s love of nature
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Tag: Mother’s Day
Memories of Springtime and Mother’s Days Past
Winter had worn out her welcome. Memories of springtime and Mother’s Days past recently invaded my dreams. Thoughts of how each season compares to sacred snapshots of unforgettable days of our lives swirled in my
Read moreBeauty from Ashes
I’ll be honest. Mother’s Day hasn’t always been my favorite day. In fact, this particular Sunday in May brought heartache for years—not because I’d suffered the loss of my own mother but because I hadn’t
Read moreDon’t Mess with Mama Bird (A reflection on the soft fierceness of a mother’s love)
In the tree outside my window there is a little nest. On the electrical line that runs not far away there is a giant black bird. This is not a good combination. From the oversized
Read moreA Mother’s Love
Anna Maria Jarvis is the founder of Mother’s Day in America. Her mother always believed there should be a day to commemorate mothers for all their hard work. During her mother’s Sunday school class, she
Read moreA Heart-to-Heart Talk
I remember it hung on a doorknob. My parents believed in corporal punishment. They thought the Bible taught it, and they believed and practiced the Bible’s teachings as they understood them. They never abused me,
Read moreHappy Mother’s Day
My friend Jaye hates Mother’s Day. It’s because she isn’t one. Not that she doesn’t like kids or couldn’t get pregnant. No, it’s because Jaye never married and refused to have a child without having
Read moreMy Mother’s Way
My mother’s way… or bust? “She had a way with food, gardens, and men.” Aunt Millie’s smile always widened as she told stories about my mother’s ways. I recalled many nostalgic stories while driving to
Read moreThe Friendship Pie
Evening approached, and as if on cue, a neighbor rang the doorbell. I careened into the kitchen, knowing I’d finally get a slice of Mother’s creation. After supper I got a second piece—of the cherry pie she’d sliced for the neighbor—the apple and berry remained on the counter, reserved for any other neighbor that might show up…
Read moreA long line of strong women
I find myself perched in the perfect spot on the timeline of my life. I can finally let go of any perceived letdowns or guilt of the past, and fully embrace the future with whatever energy I can muster up. I’m well past the midpoint, I’m sure.
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