Tag Archives: Magic

Stubborn

“Why you so difficult all the time?”

The sun warmed her face. “I ain’t.” She dropped her pack on the platform. The cramps came in waves.

“You stopping?” Jonnie sighed.

She sat on her pack, looked at the floor, tried to ignore the pain. “Believe me. I used to be rich and famous.” Continue reading Stubborn

Legacy

Moms are magic. I imagine other moms are like mine, the embodiment of magic.

Sunlight stutters through overhanging trees, leaves rustling in the summer breeze. The warmth nurses my arthritic bones.

My siblings and I not only received our lives, but we were shaped and directed by mom’s beliefs, her choices. Who would I be if not for this magic? Certainly not myself, not a writer.

Children play in the park fountain. Happiness nourishes me from peels of unfettered joy.

A squirrel glides and pauses across the lawn. Her gait is blemished, and I realize she is old, like me. Continue reading Legacy