Visiting my mother has always been painful. Every time I went, things were worse. She wasn’t able to see that. See, my mother was what they call a hoarder. “I ain’t no hoarder. That’s first things first,” she’d say. “I’m a keeper. I like… Continue Reading “Keeper — From My Archives”
Today I’m welcoming Amelia Rhodes for her second guest post. Her first was vividly beautiful. You should read it! As a writer, Amelia is very good at painting word pictures. This one has some great imagery. One evening shortly after Easter, my five-year-old daughter lay… Continue Reading “Guest Post: Amelia Rhodes”