When Peggy Sue went away, just fell off the face of the earth with no warning or even a holler, we all wondered where she had gone.
Mama was stubborn. "Set in her ways," is what country folks call it and boy, was she.
Recently, I was in a bookstore with a friend.
It seems too many loved ones recently have said good-bye to this vale of grief and sorrow and said hello to sweet eternity. Heaven is blessed, but I am distressed.
Shape-note singing key to culture. of the South. One day over lunch, my new-to-the-South-but-thoroughly-loving-it husband commented on the choir singing at our church which is led by my brother-in-law, Rodney.
In the past several years, I have had as much luck visiting the historically preserved home of Southern iconic writer, Eudora Welty, as I would have had when she was alive.
To be just downright honest, I never expected to miss him this much.
Easter parade an. inescapable tradition.
A major New York publisher sent a review copy of a much-touted novel called, "If Jack's In Love."
It has long been my belief that the dreams tucked into our hearts are the compass we're given to find our direction in life. Children know at an early age what they're called to do.