Throwback Thursday: How Time Flies
The older I get, the more I find myself looking back at the pictures when we were children. It is strange how sometimes our minds stay younger while our bodies Read More …
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The older I get, the more I find myself looking back at the pictures when we were children. It is strange how sometimes our minds stay younger while our bodies Read More …
After a bad relationship fails, often we’re left wondering what we did wrong. At least that was how I felt after my horrible first marriage ended. During a marriage that Read More …
Since my parents were pathological liars, I have always attempted to tell the truth because I hate to be lied to. Now, everyone tells the little “white lies,” as people Read More …
At an early age, I found nature fascinating. I was probably about four years old when I walked with my father and mother in the woods behind our house in Read More …
The old house we grew up in sets behind my oldest brother, Chris, and myself in this picture. It seems the older I get, the more my mind reflects back Read More …
Looking at me today, one could never picture me as a frail, skinny pimpled-face kid in sixth grade. But I was just that. In the fall at the beginning of Read More …
When I was about nine-years-old, my parents sat and played Canasta for hours on the weekends. 8-Tracks of Don Williams or Jim Croce played continually in the background and my Read More …
When I entered the fourth grade at Plainview High School, my parents enrolled at Northeast Alabama State Jr. College. Neither had graduated from high school, so they took the GED Read More …
A lot of folks have asked what music I listen to while working on novels. Often it depends upon my mood or what I’m writing at the time. Using iTunes’ Read More …
What amazes me is how we take for granted our ability to read and write. If you really think about it, the written language is sort of magical. Place letters Read More …