Weaving Worlds, Word by Word
“The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.”
–Charles Kuralt
Bikes, Cowboys and Other Goodness
I was early for an appointment so I dashed into our local coffee shop, ‘Connections’. While waiting for my order, I made eye contact with a woman who looked up from her book. “What’cha reading?” I asked, although I suspected it was a Bible. They have a distinctive...
Meet Clara: Songwriter for the Angels
Four years ago. Western North Carolina. “Clara* liked your books and wants to write to you.” My writer friend Jenna* from Colorado tells me this with a smile on her face. We’ve met up again on our last day at a writing conference in North Carolina. I’m touched....
How to Get Stabbed in the Front
I’m rocking with my friend, Becca*. By “rocking” I don’t mean ‘girls gone wild’. What we’re doing is a more satisfying (and maybe age-revealing?) undertaking at this early morning hour: sitting in rocking chairs on my front porch. We face east. The dawning sun is a...
Stories They Just Gotta Tell Someone…
...and I’m Always Happy to Listen These are other people’s stories. I’m telling them anyway. Because I’m a storyteller. And, my first book included ghosts. People assume I’m fascinated with the topic. The owners of each of these stories swear they are true. First Up:...
No Do-Overs for the Pivotal Moments
He slumped into the crowded barbecue like he had arrived at his own funeral. Early twenties. Medium height. Wrinkled pants. Scuffed shoes. Glazed eyes. Scowl that stood out stronger than the colorful tattoo peeking out from his sloppily cuffed sleeves. Another guy...
Movers and Shakers Come in All Shapes and Sizes
Our local small town. A map dot in coastal Georgia. In a county with an average of 6.6739 acres of pine trees per person. (Seriously, a statistician counted.) Early morning. My favorite time of the day. Around me, movers and shakers chug coffee and clamber to action....
That Time on the Mountain
They say life is made of special moments. I don’t know who “they” are, but I’ve lived enough to know their thinking is correct. One of my favorite moments occurred on Cadillac Mountain near Bar Harbor, Maine. For about twenty years of my professional life, I lectured...
Getting May-Belle off the Curb
Years ago. Frederick, Maryland. The woman sat on the curb siding N. East Street. Right outside a dull-looking brick building. My task: help transform that building into a luxurious venue. My son’s private school planned to hold a gala night of fundraising there....
Today is National Aggravating Cow Day
As such, I want to honor one of our Corriente cows. Her name is Brindle. We chose that name from the coloring pattern in her hide. While an applicable name, it’s not very creative, I know. But keeping a sizeable herd that rotates in and out year after year sometimes...