Don’t sit down yet!
I wasn’t prepared for how Dolly Parton’s death would affect me. Perhaps it was because we were both Appalachian girls, born just a little...
Continuing the patchwork of kindness
A week ago, I wrote a story about Dolly Parton and my patchwork bear I purchased from Dollywood. I was pleasantly surprised to find...
The beauty of patchwork
It had been ten years since I last visited Dollywood in Sevierville, Tennessee. When we returned this summer with our younger grandchildren, I was...
People in the shadows
Sitting in front of a beautiful coffee haven in Buckhead, I glanced around at the people enjoying their time. They were engaged in conversation,...
The cross I want the world to see
As many of you know, I always read newspaper comics. I check in daily with Snoopy and the gang, Luann, Mutts, Blondie, and Beetle...
The last bucket
In 2015, I was preparing to retire after a long career in interior design. I once said, "Interior design is not for sissies; it's...
I’ve been thinking… again
Now, most of you know that when I say, "I've been thinking..." there's no telling what will come out of my mouth! Some of my...
A perfect lemonade day
Many days in life can feel as sour as lemons. These are the days when bills pile up and the car breaks down on...
The American daughter
Mollie Randolph Sparks stood by the river with her washboard and tub. Her back ached, but there was work to be done. As the...
The words he couldn’t spell
Dad, where are you? I often ask my father that question even though he doesn’t reply. Heaven has no phones, but they should! If...
‘Grandma, I believe you’
“We are all going to Pigeon Forge for Memorial Day weekend! Yes, we are taking three children under 10 years old, their parents, and...
The summers that raised us
Summer is here! It's the time when mosquitoes drive us indoors, kids lose control loudly, and the air conditioner decides to break down on...