It is amusing that people try to dictate when people should revert to rocking in the good old rocking chair. Don’t get me wrong, I love rocking chairs. There is something about rocking in a chair that reminds me of the comfort of home. But saying that I was recently asked by someone who I considered to be a good friend when I was gonna sit down.
I didn’t answer, but it was a question for thought. She said that it seemed that I was always on the go, always doing something, and even when I was just at home, it seemed that I was busy even if I was doing basically nothing.
Then it hit me, this person was one who loved to 
talk about age. You know the person that loves to tell you how old they are, and the things they can’t do anymore. Why is it that we are constantly telling others and most importantly ourselves what we can’t do anymore? Most children think they can do just about anything, it is only as we age that we embrace what we can’t do. My grandson recently attempted a gymnastics routine as I call it where you slide down the slide, propel yourself up and catch the monkey bars. He did catch the monkey bars, but as the broken arm will attest he let go.
Even with the broken arm, he has decided that he is not to young/old to attempt this feat. He goes go school, tutoring, plays sports, participates in worship at church, has play dates, studies, and so much more. He knows exactly what has to be done, and those that he and his parents consider to be of less importance.
I say all of this just to say when he gets tired, and believe it or not he does get tired–he sits 
down for a rest. But guess what, when he regains his strength, he is on the go again. I know, I know you will probably say that he is all of nine years of age. But it should be the same for any age.
For once I am taking Honey’s Baby’s lead (that’s my name for him). When I get tired, I’ll sit down and rest for a while then get up again. My mother always told me that one day I might not be able to do the things I want to do so go for it. I am also taking her advice. So when I can’t any more, I will have great memories to bore my grandchildren with. They will see that Honey had a ball even when she sat down and rocked.
Remember “thisisyourbestyear”. You will know when it is time to sit down and rest.
As we grow up, things that happen to us can make us go hmmm and scratch our heads at these new symptoms. Some call it the aging process, others say it’s just Father Time catching up, and most of us just say it’s life.
but not hurt. This means that you need a root canal to stop this awful feeling.
as we go through life, but I have a sorority sister who always finds the silver lining in things. The one silver lining I see from being lactose intolerant (and I hardly ever ate ice cream anyway), cutting out most sugar, most breads and caffeine is that I am able to control my weight and I can still have wine.
Well about 7 years ago our youngest fresh out of the Coast Guard was on her way to work when she informed me there was water in the kitchen on the floor. I immediately thought my loving husband had spilled a little something. Before I made it into the kitchen I walked in a river of water that had engulfed part of the den and office. The river was running wild in the sunroom, dining room, kitchen and laundry area–probably in the garage (but I didn’t care about the garage). I finally woke my husband out of a deep sleep, started to push water out, called the insurance company and waited on those that could help us dry out. Our house had taken on flood water, but being the worrier that I was, yes I had taken out flood 
insurance a couple of years before. While my husband continued to push out water, I got dressed and went to work. Now back in my younger days I would have had a crying, pity party, but I had matured–nature had run its course, and I had tried to be prepared for it. I did worry that the insurance would not pay off, but it did.
the home warranty plan. The man came out looked at the wall, then at my newly laid kitchen floor and informed me I had a slab leak, and he would be back the next morning to let me know where it was located. Yes, it was under my newly laid floor, but again the contractor and I had planned, we had purchased more flooring than we needed. As the plumber jackhammered my floor on a Saturday which meant that we would have this gigantic hole in the floor over the weekend–I didn’t worry. If you came to my house doing that time, you would just have to walk around the hole in the floor.
And now my refrigerator all of 7 years old is on the blink. I can remember the one my grandmother had. I don’t ever remember it getting repaired, and I don’t remember her buying a new one. I could worry about the food that will spoil in the hot refrigerator and freezer, but I will do the best I can to save what I can. Then I will fill out the lost food form and hope for the best.
Fort Worth native, Amara Russell is the author of the much talked about novel “A Rare Diamond”. Even though this is her first novel to be published she is no stranger to writing. Her love for writing has been evident to those around her since elementary school when her first article was published in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. It was our honor to have a great conversation with her.
Was “A Rare Diamond” the first manuscript that you finished?
around me. I would visit coffee shops, relatives houses and observe activities that I added to the story.
Celeste is witty, smart and beautiful. She is courageous, and she doesn’t bite her tongue about anything, but she says what she means in a subtle way. She takes her characteristics from her mother who was filled with integrity. Her mother could walk into a room and capture everyone’s attention. Celeste picked up a lot of those qualities.
the very end. So if we were going to the bookstore what two sections would we find “A Rare Diamond”?
kill her off at the beginning so I was kind of going back and forth, but Angela Bassett always came to mind when I was writing the story.
