


When Guest Books Speak
An old copy of “Singing in the Rain,” found by my son-in-law as we were packing our Grayson home late one night, became a place for all of us to take a break and practice what is called in literature as “black-out poetry.” We had so much...
When Words Just Aren’t Enough….He Always Is
You would think I could find the right words by now; but when tragedy strikes, I’m speechless. I know too well, Words mean nothing when someone loses everything. So no matter how hard I try, there’s no stringing together of sentences that can bind...
The Only Way To Vote And Know You’ll Be Okay
Voicing my political views on social media has never been “my thing.” Maybe it’s because I don’t feel informed or intellectual enough to carry on a healthy debate, or maybe it’s because so many online debates digress so quickly that a...