Mazie Werner gives some of her books to the library and takes a story. Free libraries are popping up in Tifton. My friend Polly Huff has a free library provided by Tifton Twentieth Century Library Club. Made from a vintage newspaper kiosk, it is located in Pebblebrook and filled with children’s books. The day I [...]
Used Cows for Sale. The sign will lead me to Emory Tucker’s house, or at least that's what I've been told. Emory is my father's first cousin. My driving directions are scant, nothing more than a few confusing words I scribbled down when I first called Emory to ask about exploring his land. Hahira. Truck [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
I will always cherish those times when my husband slips into my office when I’m writing and puts a small vase holding a freshly cut camellia on my desk, those times when I’m busy cooking and he walks in, his hands full of luscious camellias for me, those times when he takes me around the yard to show me his favorite blooms.
It is a Tuesday. The month is July. In two days my mother will be dead. As a writer I know to build the suspense one scene at a time. Stretch the tension. The rules of style are tattooed inside me. But this is my story and I will tell it the way I want. [...]