THELMA’S TEA SET
It caught my eye the first time I spotted it gleaming with rosy pride in my mother’s china cabinet. A squat little teapot with matching …
BREAKFAST IN BED
The kitchen is flooded with the strong morning light of summer. I wonder once again how it is that anyone can prefer any season over …
WASON POND
I don’t know how God dreamed up this place, but He must have known how much we would grow to love it. Somewhere back in time, a …
ANGELS AT THE SWAMP
It’s a perfect June morning. Mother wakes me with a gentle tap on my shoulder. Sunshine is pooling softly on my bedroom floor. “Wake up, …
BERTHA’S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
The harsh Kansas prairie winds swept mercilessly over the little town of Pittsburgh. High up in the sky, some spiteful giant was pitching icy handsful …
MAD RIVER JULY 2014
The hills close in on us as we turn off 93 North at Exit 28 and wind our way along the road that follows the …
MY BIG SISTER
She was a beautiful baby, this firstborn little girl, with a head of dark curly hair and sparkling blue eyes. But as she grew and …
RUCKER ROOTS
My mother’s father, my beloved “Poppy”, knew little if anything of his Virginia ancestors. His parents came across the country from Ohio with their families …
SAN ANGELO 1967
Our memories are strange and unwieldy beasts. Have you ever had a song grip you in its power, sending you back through the years to …