The end of 2021 is finally here… thank you, dear Lord. Never have I ever wanted to see the back-end of a year as much as I have this one.
Granted, 2020 was not a good year either, courtesy of a global pandemic. But, like most people, I did my best to weather the storm by masking, social distancing, and avoiding large gatherings…not that there were many of those to be had, sadly.
Like many others, I made a conscious decision to protect family and friends by masking up or just staying away. We didn’t like it, but it was the right thing to do.
Daddy, you doubted that it was as bad as was being reported. “You know the news sensationalizes things all the time, right?”
Even when your daughters, two of whom are nurses (one who worked firsthand with people stricken by this virus) assured you that it is bad, REALLY bad, you still did not believe.
Categories: Everyday People, Taylor-Thomas Line, This Is My Life
Tags: autobiography, biography, death, family, father, memories, my life, pandemic, personal
It has been a long, long, long time since my junior high days… decades, in fact. And yet, there is one moment in my junior high experience that remains fresh in my mind: the time my mama, a soft-spoken woman, ripped my biology teacher up one side and down the other.
As an amateur genealogist, my “job” is to follow paper trails to determine family connections and unearth long-buried family secrets. So, it should come as no surprise that when selecting fictional reading materials, I often choose stories about families and their complex relationships.
Like the surf undulating against the shore, the sands of the Sahara ebb and flow with the wind. Alice George watches the English waters, recalling the life she left behind years ago when she roamed the desert with the Tuareg, a tribe of nomadic warriors. Separated by decades and distance, it had been easy to keep these two lives far removed from one another, that is, until circumstances cause her past and present to collide and Alice’s carefully crafted existence to crumble.