Anchored
Wandering along a mountain trail— listening to the waters trickling over the rocks, rushing past boulders— admiring the moss, I looked...
TIME
The river of time runs into the sea of eternity. The sea is infinite, thus never full. Yet, my river has both a beginning and an end. I...
REFLECTION
Why does a writer write? Why does a poet compose, or an artist paint? Are we not a reflection of our Creator, Who spoke the worlds into...
An Enriching Adventure Awaits...
On June 4, I engaged in my second book signing at the 1st Annual Mondo Roots Cultural Arts Festival in downtown Clayton, NC. Thanks to...
Memorial Day Is About Remembering...
Memorial Day. The tradition seems to be picnics and backyard barbecues. Is that all there is to it? No. The tradition of decorating the...
The End of an Era
Today Nancy went home. Today she was reunited with the love of her life, President Ronald Reagan. Oh, how I envy the life they lived--...