My Own Pace

“There is an old weather bettion house
that stands near a wood
With an orchard near by it
For all most one hundred years it has stood

It was my home in infency
It sheltered me in youth
When I tell you I love it
I tell you the truth.”

The above poem was written by Louisa Walker.  She was one of the infamous Walker Sisters who grew up deep inside the Great Smoky Mountains.  Her grandfather built a cabin in Little Greenbrier Cove sometime in the 1840’s.  When her father, John, came home from fighting for the Union in the Civil War, he moved his wife Margaret to the house and there they raised 11 children.  Continue reading

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Using My Time

Have you ever been so inspired and moved by something, that it simply leaks from every fiber of your being?  You have been so changed and touched, that you just have to share?

A year ago, I embarked on a journey that has forever changed me.  Looking back, I don’t even recognize the me from a year ago.  As a writer, words are my lifeline. Sometimes writing is the only way I can adequately express myself. Continue reading

Sailing My Ship

Don’t you love it when you think you have a handle on this whole life thing, only to have the Rhythmic pace totally halted by a road block????  You are moving along at a pretty great pace, when…..

BOOM!

You have a yet ANOTHER hurdle to climb over.

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It honestly just sucks. Continue reading

I Am, I Am, I Am

I am a big fan of fruit.  There is just something enticingly yummy about a big apple, grapefruit, or orange. However, there is nothing worse then anticipating a big Juicy bite, to only find a hollow, dry, and un-tasty mess.

The fact that I am a big ole nerd has never been a hidden fact. I love to watch PBS, listen to NPR, and yes, I absolutely ADORE reading the classics. Perhaps I am what is classified as an old soul. Continue reading

Going Scared

I am going to let you in on a little secret….

I am a big fat chicken.

If you and I are together in a terrifying situation, chances are you are going to sacrifice me so that you can survive. That is just how annoying I can be.

Being dramatic by nature, I tend to overreact to EVERYTHING. Once when my sister passed out during the benediction of our church service, I instantly started screaming, “HELP! SHE IS DYING!” Of course my sister was not dying, and my mother, who is the calmest person on the planet, was horrified by the attention we received. Continue reading