Creative Non-Fiction > Memoir

On the thirty first day of the first pagan month in the year numbered 2019, my mother, Lila Lee Simpson, said goodbye to this bountiful Earth, a destiny awaiting all living beings. Her body shone luminous and the day was miraculous. I had the honor and privilege of being with her and laying her body to rest as it should be – intact, whole, no embalming, no cremation, no funeral industry chemicals, body plugs, wires, glues or make up. The story grew much larger than a simple descriptive narrative. It morphed into a tale of my idyllic childhood, seen through the lens of America’s self-destruction and fall from grace. You will read of miracles as well as be exposed to difficult or unco ...