“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


sunday girly sunday

my grandmother's trunk and an old sheet tossed over a small stack of blankets.
the cat likes to sleep there.

today is jeans with a faded tshirt, fingernails broken, toenails painted.  no mascara, no eyeliner, but yes to a bit of lipgloss.  more gray and silver in my hair and even a bit of white now mixed into the brown.  pearls around my wrist.  mexican food with my brother and his family for lunch; he noticed the table next to us, a one dollar tip left by two women.  perhaps the waitress deserved no more, perhaps the women had no more to leave.  but it was sunday lunchtime busy and i had a couple of bucks in my pocket.  i tossed them over to the table before the waitress returned. sunday, i said. tithing. and we all laughed.

out of church tithing was an accidental lesson my mother taught me.
it's the small things that stay with you. 



  1. maybe the most favorite thing of yours i have ever read….well ever is really long, but you know what i mean.

  2. your description of your self, makes me see you.
    you tithing makes me know you.
    it is very you.
    and I smile.

  3. You gave a wonderful glimpse of your day and who you are...this was wonderful to read.

  4. You always make me think - and then you make me smile. Thanks for sharing.

  5. I think what she taught you is what we call compassion...
    I am not religious in the traditional sense, but one phrase I repeat often is; "There, by the grace of God, go I".


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