Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.Continue reading →
Albert Einstein once wrote, “There comes a point in your life when you need to stop reading other people’s books and write your own.”
We love seeking advice from folks. Especially if they have tackled something we haven’t yet.
“How was the new restaurant in town?” “Is that new Tom Cruise movie worth seeing” “What are your thoughts on the new Oreo flavor?”
We listen. We read. And we Ruminate over the responses we receive. Then ultimately, we base our own opinions off the opinions of others. We fail to experience for ourselves what is truly out there. Continue reading →
This was the question thrown at me today at lunch when someone found out I was a 42 year old single woman. When I told them I had never been married and didn’t have any prospects, they reacted as though I had just told them I ate small children for breakfast. Continue reading →
“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 →
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 →