Thursday, July 27, 2017

Where We Live

Saturday, June 7, 2014

This is a story told to me at a campfire …

Like his father and grandfather before him, the farmer continued to work the land. He was alone now. He didn't need to work the land, it was just that he'd done it all his life.

None of his children or their children had wanted to follow in the footsteps of the previous generations, and that saddened him. Every Saturday night, when a week's good, hard work was done, the farmer liked to sit on his porch to watch the sunset.

Saturday, May 31, 2014


We all have priorities in life, but sometimes we need a smack in the head to get them straight.

On the Monday following Easter, I checked my Facebook page to find that a dear woman from our church had a heart attack and died.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

I have never written to the national column Dear Abby but a friend of mine sent me the following and thought it was pretty funny.

It is submissions to the column that Dear Abby was at a loss to answer. Thought you would enjoy reading them.

Dear Abby,

What can I do about all the sex, nudity, foul language and violence on my VCR?

Dear Abby,

I have a man I can't trust. He cheats so much, I'm not even sure the baby I'm carrying is his.

Dear Abby,

I am a 23-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

One ringy dingy…two ringy dingy. Have I reached the party to whom I am speaking?

These lines were made famous by Lily Tomlin when she starred on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In in 1970.

Her character was named Ernestine. She portrayed a nosy, condescending telephone operator who sported a 1940s hairstyle complete with a hair net.

Saturday, May 10, 2014


O say can you see by the dawn's early light.

Ever since growing up on military bases up and down the East Coast these words have had a certain effect on me.

I can still remember evenings as a child of 4 or 5 years old playing with my friends in the playground of Fort Fisher Air Force base in North Carolina and hearing the bugle blare letting us know that the "Lowering of the Colors" was about to begin and the "Star Spangled Banner" would be playing. We would all stop, face the flag and be quiet.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Our world is made up of all types of warriors.

Take a moment to look around, as chances are you could be in the presence of one right at this very moment.

According to, a warrior is defined as a person engaged or experienced in warfare, such as a soldier.

However, an individual doesn't necessarily have to fight in a war to be considered a warrior.

For the purposes of this column, I'd like to focus on the second meaning of the word as listed on the aforementioned website.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Back when I was growing up many moons ago, virtually every town had a photo store or photo studio.

You would go there for portraits. Businesses would call them for LCB (Liquor Control Board) photos. Lawyers would use their services to take photos of everything from liability cases to bodily injury suits to damage cases.

Young photographers would learn their trade by hanging out, learning the techniques for taking good pictures and utilizing their equipment to learn all about developing film and printing the pictures.

Saturday, April 12, 2014


Dear Logan,

Today marks the one year anniversary that you came into this world; and it has been the most joyful, exhausting, scariest, funniest, fulfilling year of our lives.

We're so glad God handpicked you to come and bless us with your life. You are perfect in every way possible, and we are so thankful for this opportunity to call you our son.

We love you, our beautiful little blond-haired, blue-eyed boy, a perfect blend of our love.

Saturday, April 5, 2014


Did you know there was an important anniversary on March 4? It was an important anniversary, especially for the 300 million Americans in this country, because without the anniversary of the ratification of the United States Constitution, none of us would probably be living free in this wonderful country. It pains me to listen to those who have been bamboozled into believing this document is "dated" and no longer relevant to our nation.

Saturday, March 29, 2014


It's 9:30 on a chill Friday morning, and I'm in our library, trying to coax two cats into carriers for their first trip to the veterinarian.

It's not going well.

The cats, Sandy, a sweet, shy, orange-and-white male, and Sheba, a plump girl with a thick, soft black coat, have been with us for about a year. Although we have four other cats, we reluctantly agreed to take in Sandy and Sheba after their human was forced to give them up when she lost her home.