Several months ago during one of my many trips to pick up a prescription for Mama, I was sitting in the Walgreens drive thru just wailing. There were cars in front of me and cars behind me. I didn’t care. I was in the absolute fire and it was hard. I was listening, almost feeling …
Pray. Trust. Wait.
On the way home tonight, I stopped by the car wash. I inadvertently ended up on a dirt road on my way to the funeral home for a coworkers family member’s visitation. I had a coating of red dirt on a dark vehicle that just had to get washed off. When I pulled in to …
The Only One
The thing about suffering is that we often believe that we are the only ones who have ever known pain. No one else’s pain or trials could compare to our own. Perhaps it’s that tiny part of us that want our stories to be listened to but at the very least, acknowledged. In my own …
Tilling the Soil
My Daddy always had a garden when I was growing up. It started off as a small garden but over the years he expanded it down towards the woods by our house. It eventually became two large gardens that intersected one another. Every spring and fall he would pull out his old Snapper walk behind …
Pickled Shrimp
I carefully made my grocery list, adding the ingredients that I knew went into the dish I wanted to make. I remembered the ingredients almost like muscle memory but I wasn’t 100% sure. When it was almost time to put the dish together, I caught myself thinking that I could just ask Mama. Oh the …
It Could Be Worse But It Could Be Better
Do you ever find yourself responding to someone with "well, it could be worse"? Sometimes we listen to someone else's maladies and just want to provide comfort but I can assure you that telling someone it could be worse does not constitute words of comfort. While, yes, in many cases it can indeed be worse, …
Threadbare
When I was a little girl, I had a yellow blanket that I slept with every night. The blanket had, at one time, been a heated blanket because there were little pockets where the elements must have been. It had one of those satin ribbon edges and I absolutely loved rubbing the satin edge on …
Sisters By Choice
Mama never had a sister, only two brothers. She was the baby of the family and raised around rough and tumble boys. They were much older when she was born so she grew up following in the footsteps of her dad and brothers, learning things like the mechanical workings of tools. These were things that …
Life’s a Stage
We begin this life outside of the womb as an infant. Then, we progress through all of the stages -- the toddler, the child, the tween, the teen, and then, finally, we arrive to adulthood. Even diapers have "stages" on them. Or, at least they used to when my kids were little. We couldn't wait …
Healthcare Olympics
On today’s episode of what I’m calling the “Healthcare Olympics,” we navigated Macon in the rain, in a wheelchair, with one hand guiding the chair and one hand holding the umbrella. It is a wonder I didn’t dump Mama in the middle of the road. We have to get through this with humor so buckle …
Messpot Diaries 