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...
Our showdown with life
"She lays all her cards on the table in her personal showdown with life." My good friend and acclaimed writer, Lee Walburn, was gracious...
Between the outhouse and the cherry tree
Her home once sat on a large plot three concrete steps up from street level in the small town of Monterey, Tennessee. It looked...
The power that lies within us
Power resides in us that I doubt we use as much as we should. It is simple to implement, but we often only hesitate...
The unsinkable Mollie Sparks
Mollie Sparks was born amid the hardwood trees in Putnam County, Tennessee, on December 5, 1876. Her family came to America in 1669 and...