Reflections From a Country Girl

I met her 18 years ago.  She was a beautiful little white fur ball who was dedicated to her owners. They named her Cotton. 

June 10, 2009 Yesterday afternoon my sister came in for a visit to Houston.   She will be here until Saturday.   She spent the night with me last night at the hospital.    

It’s was 6:45 a.m. here when I sat down to begin writing this. Everyone was still asleep in my house but me.  I had been on the phone early wishing my Aunt Mary in Wales a Merry Christmas.   This year, Father Christmas brought the best gift ever to me…at least thus far.  My brother, […]

Many of us – at least those around here – live our lives in relative peace.  We have enough food, a nice enough home, a car or some other reliable means of transportation,  we don’t worry too much about our safety and walk about life daily in relative security, and we are …  well … […]

I talked with a friend recently who awoke the other morning thinking of his mother.  She had died some years ago.  That morning happened to be the anniversary of her death.