Every time the full moon emerges and lights the deck behind my house, I remember... I developed a habit many years ago of rising early in...

Enjoying my morning coffee, while stirring nostalgia, as I think about my Momma setting the aluminum percolator with glass insert on the...

Coffee brewed and tasted good. Biscuits are in the oven being made ready for a pan of gravy for hubby and son. We took a trip to Pilot...

Getting dressed for summertime visitors. February has moved to another year, but March has arrived with songs and colors that break...

As we tended to our grapevine in mid spring, I noticed that small clusters had begun to form. That alerted me to the fact that we would...

While i was enjoying my backyard panoramic view, I paused to admire the wild Cherry tree that had undergone a heavy pruning several years...

The aroma of Banana nut bread has filled my kitchen and mingled with the Black Silk brew of Folgers. An intense reminder of the changing...

In the classroom of the Master. Daily life experiences keep revealing lessons. I want to keep a teachable spirit so that I can continue...

I opened the door to the deck to see what this summer morning presented for outdoor sitting in my glider as I enjoyed my coffee.  A...

.   October. A fall morning. And I was in my kitchen before six o’clock preparing space on the counter to roll out fried pie dough. ...

Rich with memories. The sounds of childhood echo from the earth beneath and warm my heart with sounds of home. Spiderwort plant. Sixty...

Thinking of time passages and our changing world through the years. I took a quick sentimental journey this morning through my files to...

Beauties that Grace the Yard When I want to wrap myself with thoughts of spring and warm weather, in my endearing Appalachia I go to my...

A friendship that has left an indelible mark on my and my family’s soul. The lessons I have learned along the way! A Cup of Cold Water…...

I have an old feed sack, cotton petticoat that was found on an excursion to an abandoned community. Rubble was everywhere and in the...

Winter, vivid pictures of years past come into view. Bring your coffee and join me for a few minutes if you will and walk into the...

It had to be said. It was important that I document my memoir. My love of my childhood home was worthy to be noted and the evidence was...

Tonight while the blustery winds of winter are howling around my house, I needed to get away to a warmer place for a few moments as I did...

Sometimes a story to get away for a while. These stored reminiscent writings during the last years have served a good purpose for me even...

…and an old ’52 Ford pickup truck. Crossed telephone lines. One summer night. Listening to the radio as the deejay took requests and...