Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
How much louder can we get? Those of us who do believe in Global Warming are at wits end to turn the tide of a train wreck which could render planet Earth uninhabitable. One of today’s top stories, aptly titled “We face disaster without drastic action” warns: Without action, global warming will deliver catastrophic change […]
The last conversation I had with my mother before her car accident was about heaven and hell. My position was that we lived our heaven and/or hell right here on earth. Mom said heaven was a whole lot nicer than anything we could imagine down here because in heaven we would come to truly know […]
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, […]