It’s no secret that I’m a die-hard Lynyrd Skynyrd fan. I may be giving away my age by divulging that I spent my early childhood listening to 8-track tapes of the band. Not even a ruler crack across the knuckles, from Sister Innocenta, could break my devotion. Matter of fact, “Sweet Home Alabama” is my…
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops, at all. And sweetest, in the Gale, is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land And…
When hate becomes acceptable, we are all doomed. Why is there an unwritten rule that says “if I am different from you, I am unacceptable and if you are different from me, you are unacceptable.” Why is it that we’ve become so numb to human tragedy? Terrible violence just becomes ANOTHER shooting, ANOTHER terror attack,…
This week’s Word Press Weekly Photo Challenge theme is off-season. Winter was the first thing that came to my mind and I knew the exact picture I wanted to use. I took this picture right after one of the numerous snowstorms this winter. It’s a barn just a short walk from my house. But then…
As a mom, I’m constantly worried about my kids. C.O.N.S.T.A.N.T.L.Y.W.O.R.R.I.E.D. I guess that comes with the territory. Will they be prepared to head out into this world? Will they be good people? Will they be OK when I’m gone? Over their short lives, I’ve taught them many things: how to ride a bike, tie their…
The Farmers in the Dell 