This post was originally published for Father’s Day in 2011. My dad passed away this month (August 2019). He is missed. On Father’s Day in 2014, I woke up with the beginnings of this poem in my thoughts and proceeded to write Scarred Hands before I ever made it out of bed. Scarred Hands Hands …
My sister and I called our grandmother “Nanny”. My Nanny was definitely one of a kind and I miss her terribly. But, she’s left us with great memories. One involves an incident while she was searching for a garage sale. Nanny had this thing for what she termed “garage sale-ing”. She loved (and that’s not …
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One of my facebook friends asked a question last night. “When you think of your mother, what is the first thought that comes to your mind?” My answer, “Love”. That was the word that came to me immediately. Although my mom isn’t perfect, I can’t imagine having a more perfect mom. Doris Hopkins turned 20 …