Early Thursday afternoon, Earl Hamner, Jr. died. If you’re wondering who the heck that might have been, then you, my friend, probably weren’t glued to the television in the early ’70s, watching The Waltons. I, on the…
Thursday Memories
This photo was taken a long, long time ago. When I was young. Not just young-er, mind you, but truly, actually young. When I look at that girl, living that previous life, I am amazed she survived.…
Hidden Meaning
When I was a kid, I had a few recurring dreams. There was one about a witch, a thermometer with a rising temperature and a house on fire. I had it a lot around the age of 5…
“Flowers Wilt. Buy a Poem Instead.”
I’ve become involved with a non-profit organization called WriteGirl. This group of creative, female writers mentors teen girls with the goal of unleashing their young, brilliant, writer minds. It’s such a lovely community and I’m honored to be…
Joey Alexander
Yesterday I put on the newest CD in our collection: Joey Alexander’s “My Favorite Things.” This jazz disc is not only fabulous to listen to, it’s also incredible to think the artist at the piano is 12 years old…
The Sun Machine is Coming Down
Given my tendencies toward recollection, you may find it hard to believe that I don’t particularly enjoy visiting my past. There was a lot of ugliness growing up, and dwelling on it is, to say the least, uncomfortable.…
The King, Baby
Today is the birthday of Mr. Elvis Presley. Honestly – I don’t know why I put this in my calendar every year. I mean, I know it’s a sentimental holdover from childhood, but how long can that last?…
Forward March!
“A place in they memory, dearest, Is all that I claim; To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.” Gerald Griffin (1803 – 1840) I had this idea for a New…
Sol Legare
This is the commission I’ve been yakking about. It’s called “Sol Legare,” per the buyer’s request. For the record, I had not one problem obliging the buyer on that front. She was free to name the painting and…