FEATURED COLUMN: A STORIED LIFE
Heart-Worn Highways
"The highway gives more than we imagined, more than an adventure, more than just possibilities and in the end, it will take our innocence." ...
The Shadow Dancers
Once upon a time when the full moon rose above the treetops.
The street was dark and most of the streetlights were out, trash littered...
Troubadours Of The Lost Highways
The Writer
The Writer may with words enchant us with the beauty of the sunrise coming up over the ocean turning the water into a...
Letters From Heaven
It was a cool March morning, a gentle breeze chilled the air, and the grass was covered with dew. I poured a thermos to...
The Watermelon Patch: 1958
In the early morning when the first pink clouds appeared in the sky, you woke me from my slumber. You put your fingers to...
The Lost Poet
March 1971- Beaufort, SC
It was a sunny March morning, and the sun was rising, making the waterway sparkle and take on a golden tone...
The Past
It is often said that we should let go of the past and move on, leaving it behind. This sounds good and leads us...
The Old Farmhouse
It was a warm April morning, and the skies were dark in the distance. A low rumble could be heard, a reminder that storms...
Memories From The Pond
It was with great joy many years ago that we found a home with a pond in the backyard. As time passed, we came...
Cowboy Boots
1958
It was a cool and breezy April day. The windows were open in the school classroom, and I couldn’t resist looking out on the...
