Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
My mother has amazed everyone with the huge progress she has made. She will be moved to a nursing home later this week, after nearly three weeks in ICU. After her broken bones strengthen, she will begin rehabilitation therapy. Against all odds, she hung in through the first awful week which included many pints of […]
One of the things I was trying to articulate in a conversation Sunday night was a response to the question. “How could God let an awful thing like this happen?” I slept on it and came up with this: I have come to believe that events are not arranged any more than our responses to […]
It’s no secret that I’m more comfortable “doing” than “being.” The joke is that I have to stop myself once in awhile with the words, “You’re a human being, not a human doing!” My first response to my mother’s terrible car accident was pain for her pain and fear of losing her. The next day, […]
Some people are indomitable. My mother is one of these. During her 74 years on this earth, she has been a guiding light of inspiration to many. A beacon that was nearly extinguished on Friday, January 5, 2006. On Friday evening, Mom and Dad were in a terrible car accident. They were driving into Shippensburg, […]
I love to sweep. No matter where I live, I find a way to extend my housework out of doors. In Belize I got up every morning to sweep and mop the beautiful glazed tile on our wrap-around deck. In Virginia, I began each day by cleaning stalls and sweeping the barn aisle. Then I’d […]