Weathering away

January 10, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 19 Comments

say my name out loud before wind and rainfall come and wash me away

Tick season

July 1, 2014March 31, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Tyler Winslow was a mean, seed-tick of a man, miserly and miserable. When the old man got brain fever there was no one willing to minister to him. Malevolence is contagious and even the good pastor would only preach through the front door. When the old man got brain fever there was no one willing … Continue reading Tick season

Infant memoirs

June 11, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

My life was short, but sweet. I felt love and comfort, even if at the time, I didn’t realize that was what I was experiencing. There were no words for it then, merely burbles and coos. Before I came here, to this place of light and peace, my conscience mind wasn’t fully developed. I once … Continue reading Infant memoirs

Dust to dust

February 23, 2012June 27, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 17 Comments

Dearly departed Unto dust thou shalt return The circle endures Rebecca, wife of Thomas, died January 27, 1869 at the age of 50. She is buried, surrounded by her family, in St. Michael's Cemetery in Pensacola, FL. Her white granite gravestone is encased in the base of an old oak tree. The bole is at … Continue reading Dust to dust