It's been one of "those" weeks. If you've followed my writing for any length of time, you know exactly what I mean - one of those "knock you to your knees" flare-up weeks. You know that old saying "weak as water?" Well that would be an understatement. Lord have mercy what a difference a week or even a few days can make! Last weekend I was running on "love" with adequate energy for all that was planned for our Mother's Day festivities. I did what those of us do who deal with

*Editor's Note: As much as I enjoy laughter, levity and encouragement in my writing, sometimes transparent commentary is what the "doctor orders" most. Today is one of those days! I hope my reflective thoughts resonate and even "hit a nerve" with us all to the point we are motivated to a positive course of action and interaction... Last night I got a double dose of reality. The movie "We Were Soldiers" starring Mel Gibson was playing late night. Restless and unable to sleep

It is special occasions such as Mother's Day that opens the floodgate of my memories pouring them over me like a southern rainstorm on a blistering summer day. Today I pulled out a poem I had written a few years ago for the mother of a dear friend of mine. I've always felt a kindred spirit with her. She and I both had faced adversity as young mothers. I understood what she faced being left alone to care for a child. Actually, she had three children and gave more than her ALL