Category: Autobiography

My Mothers

That’s right, two of them.  My first one died of cancer when I was eight. Who was she? She was my mommy.  She made my meals and kept me clothed. For someone who didn’t like the sewing machine, she turned out some pretty dress… Continue Reading “My Mothers”

These Chains

“You have got to be quiet or the slave catchers are going to find us!”  The rustles, thumps, whispers and barely veiled exclamations suddenly ceased.  Pitch black darkness filled the hot basement room, and the boiler in the room beside us shuddered and hissed. … Continue Reading “These Chains”

Big Heroes Come in Small Packages

Two students who’ve taught me more than they’ll ever know.

Documentary of a Decision

It’s Monday, February 20, 2017, Family Day Morning.  I have plans to meet a friend for brunch, but for now, I’m having my devotions and trying to ignore that sometime today, I’ll know. 

Notes to My Aunt

Perspective changes when tragedy strikes.