America, the land I love
I was born amid the lush greenery of East Tennessee, where the soil produces sweetly scented flowers every summer, and icicles hang each winter...
My writing place
If I could, I would bring all of you here to this place where I write my stories. It isn’t at all what I...
Leaving to light up heaven
She was young and adorable when I met her. Her toddler was riding a tricycle in the driveway, and as I walked to her...
The importance of fatherhood
"Lynn, I don't know how to be a good father because my father was unable to show me how." I will never forget Dad...
The hand of my father
My father and I had a quarrelsome relationship. It was rocky from the beginning, and I am not quite sure why. I was a...
The sounds of grace
All was fine on a beautiful South Florida evening until the Scottish bagpiper walked down the aisle of Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church. Sitting next...
Friends, golf, and howling winds
One summer, we had the honor of visiting friends in Sheboygan County, Wisconsin. We traveled with seven other couples from Georgia who traded their...
A sign at Grandpa’s on a summer Sunday
From when I was two until I was twenty-two, I visited my grandmother for two weeks at the beginning of summer. I hope you...
Their love never dies
We occasionally feel we need a break from our life's daily "hustle and bustle" to renew our spirits. A mental refresher is essential, whether...
Salute the Vietnam warriors
While recently thumbing through my old Tennessee and Georgia high school yearbooks, tears pooled in my eyes. Yes, they were all there, young men...
The immeasurable value of courage
He sat in a chair against the wall in the doctor's colorless waiting room, quietly anticipating a nurse to call his name. Lines only...
Keep the soldiers in your heart
Byron Woodrow Durham kissed his newborn infant, Bobbie Jean, before leaving to combat the enemy in December 1942. Agnes, his wife, and one-month-old daughter...