by Darlene L. Turner | May 29, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Living Through Fears, Mama's Patchwork | Mama's Patchwork
“Mommy, I had a bad dream,” I said as I climbed onto her bed. Dad groaned and rolled over. Mom sat up and put her arms around me. “It’s okay Darlene. It’s not real.” I sniffed. “But, it scared me.” She rubbed my back as if trying to remove the fear from my body. “It...
by Darlene L. Turner | May 15, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Mama's Patchwork, Wrestling with God | Mama's Patchwork
“Get ‘em! ” Doreen pounded her fist in the air. “Come on, you can take him!” Bert had surprised her with tickets to a wrestling match. She sat on the edge of her seat, knees jittering as she watched in anticipation of each of their moves. One wrestler shifted to his...
by Darlene L. Turner | Apr 17, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Mama's Patchwork, Mysteries of Life | Mama's Patchwork
“Darlene Lynn put that book down and get the vacuuming done,” Mom said. I sighed. “I hate cleaning,” I thought to myself. I was just getting to the good part and had to know what trouble Nancy and George were about to get into. Cleaning could wait for a few minutes....
by Darlene L. Turner | Mar 20, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Mama's Patchwork, Tiddlywinks | Mama's Patchwork
I cried as Dad rocked me. “You’re going to be okay Tiddlywinks. Shhhh…” He held me tightly and kissed my forehead. Tiddlywinks. That was Dad’s special name for his baby girl. To this day, it gives me goosebumps. A name of endearment. The funny thing about the...
by Darlene L. Turner | Mar 13, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Mama's Patchwork, Simon Says | Mama's Patchwork
“Simon says, touch your toes,” Murray said to the group of us playing the game. I reached down and touched my toes. “Simon says twirl around.” I obeyed. “Scratch your head.” I obeyed. “Darlene, you’re out! I didn’t say Simon says.” “Ahh, I did it again,” I said as I...
by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 27, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Life's Scars, Mama's Patchwork | Mama's Patchwork
“Mommy, will it leave a scar?” I held my foot as I sobbed. “Maybe, but it will remind you never to do that again. Sometimes we have to learn through our scars.” My mom gently cleaned my wound and placed a band-aid on it. I felt instant relief from the hurt. My little...
