A hurricane is described as an intense tropical weather system of strong thunderstorms with well-defined surface circulation and maximum sustained winds of 74 mph or higher.  They are categorized according to the strength of their winds on a scale of 1 – 5.  A Category 1 storm has the lowest wind speeds; a Category 5Continue reading “Hurricane”

Susan’s Lessons

On April 25th, 2018 one of my oldest and dearest friends passed away after a valiant battle with pancreatic cancer.  Susan Davis Crooks was a remarkable person.  Along with another lifelong friend, Judy Scarborough Essick, I spent a great deal of time with Susan during the last year of her life, offering her what supportContinue reading “Susan’s Lessons”


One of the most painful chapters in my life was when my young son, Alex, was being bullied – mostly at school but it also happened at Sunday School on occasion.  His eccentricities, inappropriate remarks, rigid rule following and lack of social understanding were all catalysts for teasing and taunting by other children — sometimesContinue reading “Bullying”


You know that feeling when you open your mouth to say something and nothing comes out because suddenly nothing is there? It’s like you were there with a friend and you turn around to introduce them to someone but they’re gone. You look for them in every closet and drawer and even peep under theContinue reading “Forgetting”


I must have known peace in my mother’s womb although it had no name. And later in her arms as a young child – still, it had no name. Only a feeling that words lack power to describe.  My first real memory of what I can only describe as peace I found gazing at aContinue reading “Peace”


During my years as a nurse I became interested in alternative and complimentary methods of healing. I explored energy work as well as massage therapy. What I found on this journey was more than I ever expected and filled with uniquely rich experiences.  One of them was particularly powerful……but I will come to that inContinue reading “Healing”

The Giant in the Crack

I remember living with my family in our house on Wolf Street in Harrisonburg, Va.  I was between 4 and 5 years old.  I can recall the lay out of the house and many of its furnishings.  I even remember the windows and how the sun light shone through them and the patterns it createdContinue reading “The Giant in the Crack”


Vada loved Kris Kristopherson, mountain country, scotch whiskey, and smoking pot – perhaps not in that order. She was aloof, indifferent to the opinions of other people, wild, and fragile. She was also my friend. I loved her but she scared me a little. There was always this little piece of me that knew sheContinue reading “Vada”


I’ve personally known a couple of roosters in my time.  My first was a little banty rooster gifted to me by Mr. Raeford Driver – probably to win my affection or offer apology after making me mad as fire at church by calling me a “pretty little boy”.  I was 4 or 5 at theContinue reading “Roosters”


I began thinking about floors a few days ago. Lord! Don’t ask me why such stuff comes into my head.  It just does. And this is what came of that thinking. I’ll just start with the word: floor. A benign word, as words go.  Usually a noun and we most immediately think of it inContinue reading “Floors”