To my grandma [Poem]

Some thoughts for my grandmother, which left me two weeks ago at the age of 77.

Shopping with my grandma

Shopping with my grandma I'm a wannabe hipster of course I don't want cowboy jeans. Obviously my homemade jorts are me rebelling and have nothing to do with fact that it's as hot as a French street whore outside right now. My long hair is the...

Playstation thumb

Playstation thumb I shot a 31 on the front 9 at TPC Sawgrass, passed for 426 yards against USC to win the national championship, won the dunk contest with all perfect dunks, and earned myself a long shit in the process with my reading material...

Grandma Always Does It Best

In Honor of my Grandma: Hazel Tilton

Grandma's onions

Guests in the Garden

We remember our parents taking guests on a walk around the yard and garden. How boring, we thought, yet now wish we had listened. Today, we walk with coffee in hand, check the plants, compare notes and talk about our plans. We share secrets of...

My poetry of the day

I want to do with the time I’m aloud. So I pray to my Lord, to give us that time, Is that being selfish? Is that a crime? To want to see my grandchildren grow and enjoy their lives, watch them unfold. I love my children very much. But...

Upbeat Songs for Lexi Through Connie Smith, with Love

Young Lexi is having a bit of a tough time, but her family's tenacious love for her is pulling out a miracle. Her grandmother and my friend, Connie Smith, asked me to do her a favor. This hub is the fruition of her request. Please feel free to add suggestions in the comments section.

Mother’s Day & a son's honor, in his own way . . .

Mom & Grandma (Dad's Side or Mom's side at times - no argument here) Let’s talk about the title just a bit. No, wait a moment. Let me say this is not a blog post. The main difference between a blog and hub is a hub is a teaching tool and not an...

A Woman of Many Hats

I Love your hat! I have so many hats these days, I was thinking of getting rid of some, then I saw yours and it reminded me of this poem I wrote twenty-four years ago... I am a woman, not a fixture. I am a sensitive, complex mixture. I...