I don’t know if this is the Bad Place, a dream or simply a bad trip, all I know is these five things have helped me to stand tall and face the world another day. My hope is that you take these steps and face it with me.
By Jalauna Phillips When I think of Pawpaw, Charles, Charlie, or whoever he was to you I imagine an old oak tree. Stretching high into the clouds, grounded with roots that reach for miles. When I look out, I see the fruit of the old oak tree. I see sons. Daughters. Brothers. Grand children. Great grand children. Great great grandchildren and friends. During cell division, cells copy their contents and paste them onto daughter cells. Those cells are then identical to the original cell. When I think of Pawpaw, I see his daughter cell. Mawmaw. Who has his smile and nose. Who has his giving nature. Who has his heart. When I think of her, I think...