My Journal

Bury ‘Em Here

2013: I left my husband at home to play bridge with his buddies and went to meet a couple of friends for a day of grave hunting.  The oppressive South Georgia heat was not merciful. It wasn't a good day for outdoor activity, but my friends and I had made plans and we would stick to [...]

Finding the Fletcher Graves in the Forest

2013: At my house this morning, my husband and I drag from the bed while the sun still sleeps. We have plans to search for the graves of Mary Vann (Polly) Dorminy Fletcher and her husband William Fletcher. Polly died in 1860 at the age of 52. She and William married in 1832. Sleep still [...]

Stains: A Reading of the Poem

I have read this poem on about four different occasions, the first at my mother's funeral. I've never published it except on my own website, though lines from the poem have been quoted by many, used on their own websites, posted with their photos. I hope you like the recording. My mama's dress bears the [...]

To Love a Dog

During the first phase of my early morning walk, thin clouds of cold fog drift over the mountains, and I move as slowly as ice melting. It is autumn, and on this moist morning the landscape is painted in the impasto technique, painted in colors rich and textured, painted in pigments of burnt sienna, alizarin [...]

Richard, Pull Over!

I took some nature photos while in North Carolina last week.   During a sightseeing drive, my daughter told me that she and a friend, Robert Reid Goodson, who used to be the Director of Tift Theatre for the Performing Arts, now a theatre arts teacher in North Carolina, get a kick out of my [...]

Dogwood Blues Free on Kindle Unlimited

After Jennifer Garner shared a quote on mine on her Instagram and Facebook accounts, I've been contacted by numerous people wanting to read Dogwood Blues, my novel. A Kindle edition is available at the link posted below. And it is free for Kindle Unlimited! Take advantage of this free offer while you can. If you've [...]

To Catch a Memory

There are times when a day from my childhood comes to me, swirls around me, teases me as I try to catch the memory in my hands, as I try to catch the scents, the sounds, the warmth of the sun on my young face. In bare feet, I reach for it, the memory that [...]

Stains

  When red clay's between my toes, and the sun's setting over my head, the ghost of my mother blows in, riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord, riding on a honeysuckle breeze. Her teeth, the keys of a piano. I play her grinning ivory notes with cadenced fumbling fingers, splattered with paint, textured with [...]

Wild Blooms Beside Georgia Roads

I’m up to my knees in blooming weeds beside a paved road in the country. A battered truck slows to a mere crawl and the driver calls out, “Everything okay?” “Yessir! I’m taking pictures!” He breaks into a smile that spreads across his dark face like an invasive blooming plant. His voice holding laughter, he [...]