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Hornworm Heebie Jeebies
Something was eating my tomato plant. At first, I thought it was deer. So I moved the potted tomato onto the back terrace where I hoped they wouldn't find it. Still, leaves disappeared and there were black castings on the ground that made me suspect something more...
Rediscovering the Library
I've always loved going to the library. As a kid, Mom would take us to the Upshur County Library that Dad helped make possible as a county commissioner. We'd go in the children's section and could choose any books we wanted. It was heaven. Except for the part where we...
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...
Meet Sarah
