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Do you feel as if your neighborhood is an extension of your home or merely land surrounding your house? Today I wish to share a story about my personal surroundings – as a child and as an adult – and the impact my neighborhood had/has on my life’s journey. Perhaps you will be able to relate. If so, please do provide your story. I grew up in the small, 100-home community called Tauxemont — located a few miles south of…..
I know in my heart that Mother’s Day is meant to be a celebration; however, for those of us who no longer have a living mother . . .this day can be bittersweet. As the constant television ads and Internet marketing campaigns bombard shoppers, we are often engulfed by countless waves of nostalgic memories. The day can be painful when it should be beautiful. My mom was an at-home mother during an era when that choice was the norm. She…..
I have been cleaning out my file cabinets, closets, and drawers. It is truly amazing the things one finds when he or she is in the mood to purge. As I was going about the task, I discovered a file of information and facts I had gathered while writing Reflection of Memories. As my fans know, I LOVE HISTORY; as a result, I do a great deal of research in order to write my novels. In 2014, as I wrote…..
COVID has “locked” us down and changed how we interact with each other; however, I am finding more and more ways to get back in the saddle again – especially where children are concerned. In the past, I went TO the classroom to read to the kids. Today — even though we do not live in the same state –the Internet gave me the opportunity to read to Rusty’s kindergarten class (for the first time!) It was an honor and…..
Memorial Day Weekend As we enjoy this three day weekend with family and friends, let us not forget why Americans have a day off to relax and enjoy. Memorial Day was originally called Decoration Day celebrating the lives of more than 620,000 soldiers who died during the Civil War (April 12, 1861 to May 13, 1865) Although the South was well known for “decorating” the graves of their soldiers during the Civil War,…..
To date, I have not blogged about a movie or my opinion of it; however, Walking with the Enemy is intensely powerful and left an emotional impact on my mind as well as in my heart. I can’t stop thinking about it. As a result, I feel compelled to share this thought provoking film with my readers. It is based on a true story – set in Hungary during World War II – and spotlights real life heroes. First of…..
“Take care of your memories for you cannot relive them.” Bob Dylan I took this picture several years ago when I visited Elon’s majestic campus for Homecoming. It inspired so many personal college memories; in addition, it also was a reflection of my imagination too! For those of you who have already read Cobwebs of Time, you know the importance of Elon’s campus and particularly the beautiful lake next to Harper Center (in the 1970s) This was the setting for…..
I experienced two mini miracles today. Moments like this, I normally don’t share; however, my friends and family were a part of it – so I want them to know — and perhaps you will find some comfort too. Today, in spite of the beautiful sunny morning — I got a late start – I felt a bit of heaviness in my heart – missing loved ones – and moving slowly. Consequently, I chose to go to the 10:55 Connect…..
The Community Yard Sale is a huge twice-a-year event in our neighborhood. If you like yard sales, ours is considered “Yard Sale Heaven.” Forty to fifty families normally participate; as a result, there are thousands of things for sale. And . . . guess who is in charge of organizing it? The weather last Saturday turned out to be very inviting . . . blue skies and pleasant temperature. Potential buyers came by the hundreds. Participants and treasure…..
Fans often ask me . . . “When did you start writing?” The answer . . . I was 10-years-old. For Christmas that year, my grandmother gave me a diary with a lock and key. When I opened the gift, she whispered in my ear, “Write what you feel.” To my surprise, words poured out of me and landed on the pages of that little red book. At 15, I wrote the first story I was willing to share with…..