Born here in the purple mountains majesty Freedom far as the eye could see Mom and me, we were a family She made a home for me And she’d...

Last Saturday was a doozy. Monthly grocery shopping to be done for my housebound father, with stops at several different stores in...

Today is the last full day of my vacation. I had a lot to accomplish in preparation for the coming week and a stop at Publix was on the...

Every morning we all wake up and ready ourselves for the world. We get ready for work, or get ready to go out somewhere, or, really, do...

When I was a little girl growing up in SE Texas, my father worked at an oil refinery. Oil refinery workers belonged to Unions, and...

The other evening I was celebrating with two dear friends my three year victory over cancer. To me, as I gazed across the table at them,...

Something completely foreign happened to me the other day. Something I thought I knew a lot about, yet never actually experienced....

It was springtime. The child and the grandmother lay in the bed in the guestroom of the old white house on 34th Street. They had been...

--Originally Published in "The Wasted Times" When we think of the truly gifted guitarists in recent history, the names which always seem...

When I gaze upon the handiwork of our Lord, I cannot fully comprehend the wonder of His work; it is far too majestic. But when my soul...