Published in the Rains County Leader on June 30, 2022:
The week before Father’s Day, I changed my Facebook profile picture of a favorite picture of Dad and me. I was about nine months old which would have made him about twenty-six. You could tell that, even at that young age, I had him wrapped around my little finger – and I was pretty fond of him, too. While I was at it, I decided to change my cover photo. I chose a picture my neighbor Connie took of me and David back in 2014 during a photo shoot. You see some of the results of that day at the top of my column every week.
I’m not a very good model – I stiffen up in front of a camera – so after we finished the hard work of getting something acceptable for a head shot, Connie wanted to do some fun shots. She snapped a few pictures of us among the flowers in her front yard, and then she had us change into our biker clothes and move over to the old metal bridge on County Road 3200. In the summer, it’s shaded by a canopy of trees that she said would make a great setting for photos. I’m much more relaxed when I pose with David, and the results were some of the best pictures of me since our wedding. (His pictures are always good!)
I posted my favorite of the bike shots, and although I’ve posted it before, it got a lot of attention. One day last week at the Senior Center, Linda Pietila said, “We got a real kick out of your biker picture, especially Rocky. He couldn’t believe you were ever on a motorcycle.”
Published in the Rains County Leader on April 30, 2019:
“All roads lead to Rome” is a proverb of unknown origin that has come to mean that everything you do and everywhere you go will eventually lead you to the center of things. In the days of the Roman Empire, this was true because all the empire’s roads radiated out from the capital city.
In present day consumer-driven American society where trends come and go at the speed of teenage whimsy, it’s almost impossible to determine where the center of things lies from moment to moment. However, I believe I have verifiable evidence that, at least during this past week, this small town was that center and that, indeed, all roads did lead to Emory. (more…)
Published in the Rains County Leader on January 1, 2019:
I spend too much time on Facebook. I don’t stay up until the wee hours looking at cute kittens or comparing what actors looked like then and now, but I do lose writing time, cleaning time, and other productive moments while keeping up with the current activities of my family and friends. Still, I do occasionally find little bits of inspiration like the one I saw on Sunday.
One of my friends posted a cartoon in which two mouse-like creatures were perched on the three-dimensional numerals “2019.” The first mouse was standing with his arms crossed, worry lines around his eyes, and drops of sweat popping off his forehead. The second was on his knees with an eager look on his face as he dug into the surface of the big zero. Their conversation went like this: (more…)
Published in the Rains County Leader on July 3, 2018:
If you’ve read my memoir, or if you’ve driven through our neighborhood, you know that David and I have a 40-foot motor home. After we purchased it in 2007, we spent many happy weekends at Florida state parks and campgrounds. We went on several two-three month adventures, and after we sold our Florida house just before Christmas in 2010, we made our way slowly west, arriving in Emory in mid-February, 2011. In July of that year, we went back to Florida for a couple of months to visit friends and doctors.
By the time we returned to Emory that fall, the price of diesel had risen so high that we parked the Eagle in the back yard. For several months last year, she was moved a few miles east where she provided temporary living quarters to a friend who lost his home in the tornado. Aside from that, she has served as our guest room for the last several years. (more…)
Published in the Rains County Leader on November 17, 2015:
David and I spent almost the entire month of October on the road. We left home on October 2 and returned over six thousand miles later on October 29. The main destination as far as I was concerned was Beaverton, Oregon, a suburb of Portland where my two amazing grandchildren live. Their parents live there, too, but the grands were the main attraction.
The July 1 release date is quickly approaching for my memoir, A Long and Winding Road: A Caregiver’s Tale of Life, Love, and Chaos. Anaiah Press is looking for people who would like to review the book or otherwise participate in the blog tour that will run from June 17 through July 15. If you would like to write a review, spotlight the book on your blog, or post an author interview or guest post, please click on the link below and sign up. Thank you for your participation and for sharing in the excitement of Anaiah’s first release and my first book.
Pardon me while I gush. Today I can finally share the wonderful video created by the incredibly talented Melinda Dozier at Anaiah Press. You’ll have to wait until July 1 to read my memoir, A Long and Winding Road: A Caregiver’s Tale of Life, Love, and Chaos, but this trailer will give you a sneak preview. (more…)
We’re on our way to Portland – kinda. We got up at 3:30 this morning so we could be ready when Danny and Sherian, performing way above and beyond the call of friendship, picked us up at 4:30 to drive us to DFW. I guess after years of living in the country they’re used to getting up before dawn because they were good company on the 97-mile drive from our house to the airport. (more…)
Last week I exchanged several e-mails with a friend who had just returned from a trip to care for a loved one in distress. In addition to travel fatigue, she was feeling especially sad because of the approaching anniversary of the death of someone who played a major role in her life. Her last e-mail was short and to the point.
It’s been a pretty tough week. Jet lag and grief apparently enhance one another. (more…)
The story of a lonely, innocent girl who gets tangled up in the sex trafficking trade in a small Texas town. It’s about her relationship with Eric, a slick suburban pimp; Jesse, a Christian tattoo artist and motorcycle rider; and Mrs. G, a compassionate but tough attorney and foster parent.