I’ve been searching for my long lost friend Eddi, my best friend from 6th grade, for longer than I can remember. I spent one of the best nights of my life with Eddi. I was 11, she was 12, and it was Halloween night 1979. We roamed the streets of Ozark together, bounding frightened through […]
Hyperemesis Gravidarum or HG : A Pregnancy Disease About Which Little Is Understood
HG Survivor T-shirt available from HER Foundation. Hyperemesis Gravidarum or HG The birth of each of my children catapulted me into unprecedented happiness, joy and bliss; however, the journey to the rich road of motherhood was not so wonderful. In fact, it was laden with a debilitating and potentially life-threatening disease called Hyperemesis Gravidarum, or […]
The Blackberry Orchard
Every summer for the last three years we’ve made the drive out to the rural bends of Eastern Oklahoma County to pick blackberries at a local orchard. Every year, we get lost going. We know when we come to the turf farm we are nearly there. The road curves sharply to the north and we […]
Growing Up Nazarene
There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood, No lovelier spot in the dale; No place is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. –William S. Pitts, 1857 Growing Up Nazarene When I was little, growing up Nazarene in humble parsonages across the rural south I much preferred […]
My Father’s Post Office
My father wasn’t *that* kind of poet – you know – the kind that rhymes “love” with “above” or “reason” with “season.” He was the kind of poet who spent hours on end – days even – perfecting, studying the French sonnet. He was every bit the poet that Edgar Allan Poe was. Poe died […]
This Little Light of Mine
Juliette graduated from 4th grade on Friday. Here is a picture of her with two people who have prayed for us and our daughter for six and a half years. Sending J to a private school has been an enormous sacrifice. We have taken only two trips out of state in six years. We drive […]
Midlife Crisis: If You Want To Write
There is so much I wish I could write about right now, but I am silenced by so many things. At times, it is unbearable to not unbridle the writer in me, creating an expose I might later regret. Suffice to say, that at 40 years of age, I am going through my own midlife […]