Planting a garden of wisdom
After being asked by a friend how I separate my political beliefs from my faith, I answered, "I don't." I am always puzzled by...
Leaving age on the curb
Before Christmas 2018, I went with a group of girlfriends to New York City to see the bright lights, the holiday decorations, and, hopefully,...
An American president, a bank chairman, and me
It was the late 6os, and when my husband began a job teaching in Fayette County, Georgia, we moved to a new town under...
Walk a mile in his shoes
I was delightfully honored to be asked to speak at a civic club meeting. After my response, "Of course!" I began to ponder the...
Mama’s chocolate box of valentines
When Valentine’s Day is over, we will have written our names under "love" and moved on to February 15. The cards will be tossed...
Blessing of the unexplainable
Yes, siree, I have concluded there are ghosts in my office! They could also be angels, or it could be that the Lord and...
Rethinking Valentine’s Day
Valentine's Day, complete with Cupid, candy, cards, and caresses, is one of those holidays folks often squabble over. Some believe it is propaganda to...
Those perfect strangers we meet
Seven years ago, I submitted my first story to my adopted hometown newspaper, The LaGrange News. I was elated when the editor called to...
He speaks to me everywhere
"This Is My Father's World" is an old hymn I learned as a child. I remember being very proud of myself when I learned...
The banana pudding on the windowsill
The car pulled onto the dirt and pebble drive, passed Granddaddy's lumber mill, and slowly wrapped around the little fishing pond. My mother applied...
Searching among the heroines
Hennie looked out her parent's farmhouse window and saw her father walk deep into the woods. She seldom accompanied him to where he worked...
Happy trails to you
Dad held my hand as we strolled toward the mammoth beast he wanted me to ride. Since I was only five, the horse resembled...