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For Molly

Part I She often said it with a hearty laugh but it was a sad thing to say. “Not bad for the little girl nobody wanted.” All these...

I remember the feel of the soft terrycloth apron as she wiped the tears from my face. The cloth was thin from being washed a couple of...

The day after I came out on FaceBook about my Alopecia I posted this letter to my friends and the world. It was shared over 10,000 times....

I’m funny about cookies. (Well, I’m funny about everything.) If I go to all the trouble to make cookies, they better be more beautiful...

Do you feel like you just don’t know what to say to someone like me? Do you feel like you aren’t sure you’re doing the right thing when...

Biscuits. Just the sound of the word transports me back to childhood, to sitting on my knees on a bar stool in my mama’s kitchen, the...

There was something in the air this morning. It didn’t feel cooler. Maybe it was a smell. Maybe the air was drier. But it was more of a...

I hate that feeling when I'm behind. I get in survival mode sometimes, when I'm just trying to get through the moment or the current...

I live in Thomasville, Georgia, now. But, I lived in Tallahassee, Florida, for more than 40 years. North Florida has its own unique...

I write because I cannot speak what I want to say. My mouth fails me. It always has. Away with words! I write for all the times I was...