Writing Life Stories

In my ideal world, everyone would read poetry and everyone would write poetry, and as a result, we would all be more sensitive, tho...

Roger Carlton lived in Robbinsville, NC, until he moved north. He is a man I admire and I believe he should have a voice here.   Th...

Today I met a writer, Lynn Cullen, at an event at the Roswell Library, A Fulton County Library near where I now live. She was the...

Beth, Glenda, and Roger  Years ago, I taught writing classes at Tri-County Community College in Murphy, NC. Roger Carlton was a student in m...

   This article is from an online magazine, Tangle, I subscribe to.  He writes about his hope for decency to return. Perhaps talki...

Glenda signing books at a book party A nne Lamott said:  You write to learn who you are and what you make of it all . I have always been a r...

Thanks to Steve Harvey, poet and essayist , posting this link on his site, I discovered the most wonderful photographs of birds by poet and ...

I often think about all the things my mother was told she couldn’t do. Then I look at my granddaughters and think about all the things they’...

Lake Chatuge and the mountains beyond A poem I wrote years ago when I first moved to the mountains of western North Carolina. I was...