My father passed away on February 20. I spent 12 years dealing with the tragedy of his disease. Now, I am free to experience the sorrow of this loss. My father was the best thing that ever happened to me because he was the one who made sure we all went to church when I […]
The further I travel the nearer comes my understanding.
Growing up, I went to church three times a week, and even when I wasn’t listening to my dad’s sermons, some part of me was paying attention. My recall of things I didn’t know I knew surprises me sometimes. Often, my father pounded the pulpit in fits of hell, fire, and brimstone. Other times, he […]
Jesus Saves Sign
Frankie’s Diner Over on the edge of town Neon sign spinnin’ round Like a cross over the lost and found –From Springsteen and Girls In Their Summer Clothes Jesus Saves Sign Last weekend, my husband Robert and I took a drive down by the Oklahoma City Boathouse District. I wanted to get a picture of […]
Kindergarten Scholar
This poem was written by my father, William Edgar Elliott, in 1965. He wrote it for my brother Billy who had just started Kindergarten. My son Sullivan’s last day of Kindergarten is tomorrow!I’ve never posted any of my father’s poetry on the Internet, but this poem has already been published on the worldwide web (2009). […]
My Father’s Legacy: Tell the Truth
Sometimes, my father would joke, “I feel like I’m fading.” Other times, sitting across the table from me at breakfast, he’d tell me he felt out of sorts. I’d ask him what he meant, and he’d wave a firm palm in front of his face and say, “Just out of it.” Sometimes, his eyes would […]
The things we pass down from one generation to another
My dad always told me to keep my eyes peeled. It was just one of those funny things he always said, like “talk ’til I’m blue in the face.” He always said that when words alone couldn’t convince someone of something. Sometimes, when he had nothing to say at all or when he wanted to […]
How to find courage to write your memoir in the face of an avalanche of criticism?
We used to talk about all kinds of things, but especially about a subject which interested me above all others: myself. — From Simone de Beauvoir’s Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter Sometimes, I think I’ve written all there is to write about Generation X. I’ve written about Pac Man, the Space Shuttle, the Berlin Wall, Michael […]
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