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The many faces of creativity
I LOVE to write. Stories, poems, journal entries, letters--even blog posts š It's how I process the world around me . . . my life with its joys and struggles. Words help me makes sense of things. But sometimes I get stuck. Or in a rut. Or I just don't feelĀ like...
Why Writing Matters – Brothers Like These
I think you all know by now that I LOVE telling stories. They're entertaining, sure, but they're also deeply powerful. They build empathy, share information, connect people, and point us toward the common ground we can all stand on together. Former NC Poet Laureate...
Summer Reads Sweepstakes
How tall is your summer TBR stack? How tall would you like it to be?? This giveaway offers you the opportunity to win two dozen fabulous books including The Finder of ForgottenĀ Things. These areĀ mostly fiction but with a couple of really interesting non-fiction books...
BETTER Than Fireworks!
Happy Fourth of July from this red, white, and blue West Virginia writer to YOU! If you didn't already know, my home stateās motto is: Mountaineers are always free. Thereās a serious thread of independence running through the mountains I call home. And what better day...
Remember Playing Dress Up?
When I was a kid, I had a collection of dress up clothes. I particularly remember a brown and white striped jacket and skirt ensemble that must have been one of Mom's castoffs. I had some of Grandma's old slips. Scarves. Costume jewelry. Old Halloween costumes. I...
Missing My Dad on Father’s Day
It's been more than two years now and I still have moments when I reach for the phone thinking, I need to call Dad.Ā I know he's not missing me. He's not waiting for me. But when we see each other again . . . well. It's going to be GOOD. Until then, I'll hold onto the...
Friends Just GET You
One of the hard things about moving is leaving good friends behind. And while I'm making new friends in my new neighborhood, I'm fortunate to be able to keep up with friends back in Asheville as well. Last week I hadĀ to run up the mountain for a doctor's appointment...
Summer by the Yard
A new deck is going up on our house as I write this. And I can hardly wait to sit out there in the cool of the evening. At our last house, my husband and I would often sit on the front porch steps, chatting lazily, watching Thistle poke around, and waving at passing...
Meet Sarah
