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...

Wanted to share a personal experience that has left an indelible mark on my and my family’s soul. The lessons I have learned along the...

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...

Maggie, our lovely Magnolia tree has shed her leaves to prepare for another fragrant spring of lovely white petals. So, We decided to get...

I discovered that previous photos of my kitchen, culinary works should have a page of their own. I have, for over 60 years, prepared my...

One recent morning, as nostalgia overtook me, I began to recapture moments from my childhood that remain with me.   Daddy left his home...

My Love of nature in my West Virginia mountain home has sharpened my awareness of scenes that hold me spellbound and urge me to write. As...

I so love my early morning reads and times of reflection that warm my soul as I remember simpler times from my childhood.  Coal camp life...

A small girl sits beside the porch steps, in the yard that was sparsely covered with the green of crab grass over a rocky surface...

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

It's in the times of pre-dawn stillness, as I enjoy my morning coffee, that the rewind of life experiences come in to focus. And bless...

We decided to take our adult children on a road trip to the mountains of West Virginia. in McDowell County where hubby and I spent our...

I lifted the kitchen shade to a beautiful, steel gray canvas, slowly revealing the dawn of a new day.  Poured another cup of my morning...

The letter is written on my heart in permanent drops of a mother’s love.  Sipping my morning coffee mixes well with a sentimental...