FEATURED COLUMN: A STORIED LIFE
The Forgotten Sisters
"Perhaps, I will find that story; and if not, I would write a story telling them how much I loved them and how I lost them both." ...
The Forgotten Chair
"He came again after all these years hoping that the chair would still be there, and it was, still resting in the sand near the sand dunes." ...
The Fallen Leaf
"The leaf floated in the calming wind, twirling slowly and even rising back up toward the oak." ...
Sepia The Color Of Memories
"The photos were many and it came to me I would create a large canvas in Sepia the color of memories." ...
The Steeple
"The dirt road opened to a field where three roads converged. My eyes went to the old church with the steeple missing." ...
The Long Ride Home
"That was my first true adventure, and I knew with all my heart that there would be many more, more than I could have ever imagined." ...
The Royal Typewriter
"They say that you can never go back again, yet if you can write a story, if you can reach back and touch those long-ago memories you can go back again." ...
The Old Blue Wingback Chair
"I am sure that I will spend more days in that chair, write many more stories and spend many days on the lost highways with my dog." ...
Midnight Reflections: Wedding Bells –The Final Chapter
"It was a beautiful morning for the ride to Pawleys Island, spring was still lingering so the weather was beautiful." ...
Troubadours Of The Lost Highways
"Life gifts us with poets, writers, storytellers, artists, and troubadours. They are the chosen few, a band of hardcore troubadours that travel the lost highways together." ...
