The Pain That Grew Me

Hurt is a Character Builder It’s not a fact we like to face or talk about often, but the hurt and hardships in our lives are the driving force behind the molding of our human character and the strength of our human hearts. You might say that brokenness births greatness at times, or at the…

When Everything You Touch Goes To Hell

How to Navigate Life At Its Worst Photo by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash Is it just me? The other day I was in one of the booths I operate in the town I live in. I have three of them, and I sell vintage items, art, antiques — things like that.  I just finished what I considered a fantabulous…

He Drove His Tractor

He couldn’t see ten feet in front of him. That’s what we always say down here in the South when someone’s vision is impaired. In this case, I’m not sure exactly how far he could see but I suspect it can’t be measured by feet. The Bible says, “Do not withhold good from those to…

A Non-Political Look at Life

And how precious it is.                                                                 Photo by Jung Ho Park on Unsplash The thing about life (and this isn’t a political argument) is…

The Child Revisited

A poem about life after childhood trauma. Today I got a glimpse of me. The me that I swore could not return. I saw the part of myself that I said was dead and buried, Killed off by the destruction that was my life. And when I saw me, I knew who I was. I…

Slipping Off the Deep End

Social Isolationism can make you crazy. The world we live in is imperfect at best, and a cataclysmic train ride to hell at worst. Just when you think things are starting to go your way, something happens to bring your life crashing down around your feet in broken bits of whatever’s left when your expectation…

This is Where the World Stops

Why we’re fading out of existence Mama said she was in the grocery store the other day when she felt it—the sensation that she was fading out. Out of the world, out of existence. You don’t want to hear things like that from your parents. It’s almost as if you think by not acknowledging death,…

Live Your Life or Plan Your Death

About depression and a pet cricket named Elvis When I was a kid, I had a pet cricket named Elvis. Mama said you can’t really have a cricket for a pet. The truth is, I never saw him once, but Elvis sang to me every night, so I reckon he decided to keep me instead…

The Rat Killin’

This is a true story. You can choose to believe it or not; that’s up to you. It was funny to me at the time, and God knows I needed some humor in my life. Things weren’t that great. The first man I married—I have to number ‘em because there’s been so many—maybe wasn’t a…