Writing Life Stories

Twenty-five years ago, Memorial Day, 1995, Barry and I moved away from our dream home in Albany, Georgia and settled into the house where I ...

Summer is filled with beauty in nature. Trees surround my house and line the roads as I travel here in the mountains of western North Carol...

On a dreary gray day, I took Rocky to the lake for a walk. We were quite alone there except for the lovely gulls flashing white above the ic...

"A vacation is what you take when you can no longer take what you've been taking." I like this quote I found in a magazine bec...