Autumn 2008 ~ Western North Carolina. A whispering wind shook the trees as if to announce her arrival. Amber, orange, and crimson leaves glided down and carpeted the ground. Autumn had arrived in all her
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Autumn 2008 ~ Western North Carolina. A whispering wind shook the trees as if to announce her arrival. Amber, orange, and crimson leaves glided down and carpeted the ground. Autumn had arrived in all her
Read moreEveryone is thirsty… When scorching temperatures make me weary or superstorms threaten to consume my tiny piece of a gigantic puzzle, it’s good to know the magical seasons of harvest and joy, are right around
Read moreHonor thy rhinestones and workout tights? Imagine 300 million people decked out in red, white, and blue t-shirts and baseball caps with sparkly rhinestone flags. Whether they live in a Manhattan high-rise or the Alabama
Read moreThe man. WW2 Soldier. Faithful husband. Dad. Storyteller. A Father of three quirky daughters, and a daddy to one of the fairest butterfly fairy-wannabes. Me. My dad will always be my first hero. He’s the
Read moreNature’s call A screech owl’s trills, calls, and hoots might calm the weary traveler, like the lone Whitetail who forages in the forest near my cabin. I press my face against the glass slider to
Read moreI love storybook endings. Sparks fly. Love conquers all. A lonely beauty finally marries her knight in shining armor. Those blissful scenes still give me goosebumps. Go on and laugh. But now that you’re smiling
Read moreWinter, 1969. New York City A blizzard’s eerie silence overshadowed the distant honking and revving engines from the usual Saturday night car races. I remember my dad’s contagious laugh echoing through our apartment hallway after
Read moreThe man, Jesus. I love the visual of Jesus reaching out to His disciples. With outstretched arms, He called them by name. “John. Peter. Paul. Come, follow Me.” And one by one they ran—with reckless
Read moreI may have bitten off more than I can chew and it’s not even Thanksgiving yet. While I believe the abundance of my favorite season’s harvest means more than picking apples in North Carolina, baking
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