A Tribute to Maydene Carr, 1/20/04-7/4/93

The rain beats down on my windshield with big, wet drops. Is God crying? Does He feel the pain I feel. Our tears mingle together. And, I don’t know why they’re coming. My baby has my grandmother’s name and my husband’s grandmother’s name....

Falling Again

Lying on my bed, drifting off to a place where I’m hoping dreams are. Tossing, turning, trying to get comfortable on my side, on my stomach, curled up in a ball, on my back. Now, as the dark blueness of the night begins to envelope me, I am lifted supported, floating...

Just In Case

Durk felt the cold steel tube of the gun chamber. The heaviness weighed him down as he quickened his step to keep up with Charlie and Sid. Why wouldn’t they wait for him? They were always walking ahead and it was dark. If he knew for sure where they were going, Durk...