Cookies Make You More Creative
On a hot summer day, as I sat in my office with my granddaughter creating works of art, my mind was changed forever about Oreo cookies…
From Generation to Generation, Our Stories Matter
I learned much about my ancestors through my grandparents as I listened to the stories they told…
September – A Day to Remember
It was a perfect day with a little nip in the air and a gentle breeze. At age eighteen, life is exactly as I want—secure and carefree. But in just a few hours, life would change forever.
The Old Mississippi Tree
The damaged tree and the run-down fence were quite the pair. Both had seen their better days, but I saw beauty and a story to be told.
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Handmade Clothes & Quilts
As a young girl, I never knew what it was like to go shopping for new clothes. Instead, my mother made everything we wore. All of my handmade…
The Journals: My Mother’s Gift of Love
I am thankful my mother took the time to journal her life, passions, and heartfelt prayers. Because of what she wrote, I have insight of days and moments that otherwise would be lost to me. In her willingness to express herself through her journals, she continues to inspire and motivate me. And there are days as I read her prayers, I feel as if her hand gently brushes across my brow as it did when I was a little girl.
Life is a Playground! – If Life Could Be That Simple
I giggled to myself, wondering if the people in this community realize what a fun mailman they have. Of course, my thoughts are based on the perception of our little redhead and not every house is occupied with a 5-year-old who thinks that life is one big playground and everyone is just having fun with one another. If only that were true!