Quiet is a bird in flight, a smile, that blink of any eye. Peace can be made - alone, or in a crowd. It is all choices. Read Full Story

Write as though Your life Depended on it. Live as though the next thought will be the best you've ever had. Top Stories Read Full Story

Summer is strolling into fall with some of the most beautiful late summer weather.  Though warm there is little humidity so beginning each day on our small veranda is a must.  It's great to raise my first cup of coffee to the last of the summer flowers that bloom just beyond it's blue grass edge.  I've had to do quite a bit of watering this last month since we've had little rain, which means that the mosquito population has finally shrunken in size and made it possible to sit in chairs and... Read Full Story

This is the beginning of a story that I'm telling. A story of someone I have known for years. The story of my grandmother from what I imagined was a truly magical place...of course with a little imagination thrown in! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The end of another week. Thursday is past, and it is the wee hours of Friday. I feel like I have been living here so much lately. Life here is quiet with few... Read Full Story

Whoever said failure is the mother of success didn't really have to live through the agonizing pain of losing part of yourself as your writings continue to belong to the paper you use to work for - but you aren't a part of it because the paper has been "discontinued." Someone's writing is an extension of who they are - at least it is that way for me! But though my writing is still there, I'm no longer connected. It's like the umbilical cord has been ripped out of my body and I've not given... Read Full Story

Our area’s history holds keys to who we were, and are even today. That history gives our community and peoples a view of how the community began. Something simple like a yearly event or as simple as a walk into town could end up being the basis for a historical event through how it’s shared and recorded. When we look at history we often see it as events and people from a long time ago. That past seems far removed from who we are today, instead of being a real part of... Read Full Story

“When summer comes i’m going to…” In those dark days of winter we all promise to get out more do more when the weather is warmer. I did, and i have thus far. But the weather is turning humid and hot, and that is something i don’t do well in because i become a ball of sweat. I have since i was a skinny little kid. I don’t perspire like they say women do down South, i sweat! I can go through 3 sweat bands (of any kind!) in a single afternoon when working in my garden. I have... Read Full Story

As I've said before, gardening is a love of mine. Spring and early summer brings out some of the best of that triangle of soft earth and compost that harbors my array of the annuals and perennials. I also have a small table and window box to fill every year too! These gerberas are one of my favorites - and the bunnies too! I have to make sure they are up off the ground far enough or the daisies are cut off at the ground. I like the... Read Full Story

We all know that the economy is pushing people to take vacations closer to home, shorten the time away, or simply not take one at all because of the costs involved. So why not try something totally radical? After over a year of writing about exploring my little part of the world for a local paper, I began asking people what they knew about their home area, and what I'm finding out is many have no clue what really is available to explore, hike through, or discover in the areas where they... Read Full Story

It's the sleepy, rub your eyes time of night, and here I sit gazing at a glowing screen that shifts colors as I page through the various sites I frequent daily. I think I am more than a bit too addicted to this little box and tower that stands on my desk, but I love to write, and so I expand my words from one side of this electronic world to the other. Why do I write? A difficult question...but one I have to answer each time I sit here before the magic box to create in my own personal... Read Full Story