I wanted to wait for things to settle down (ha!) a little bit before I shared this with y’all. Unbeknownst to many, except family…oh, okay, maybe I let this slip out to a few close friends, here’s some news about what else I’ve been up
Did you keep a diary while growing up? It’s sort of funny, and I never thought about it until recently, but all the diaries I ever came across (even now) are patterned with the idea of a little girl writing in it. Pink, pastels, flowery
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX In the end, it hadn’t mattered who would have believed me about Uncle Ray, because afterward, no one would forget. I’m going to let that stand as it is. No commentary. It’s hard to believe there are only two more First Sentence
We are fourth for states producing hurricane force winds, and in my lifetime alone, there have been 126 tropical, sub-tropical cyclones to hit North Carolina. Before I write anything else, I want to remember the ones who lost their lives in the storm, the ones
Do you remember your mother quizzing you, expecting certain answers to questions? I sure do. It was meant to see if I did as I was told, or if I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to, would that sneakiness creep into my facial expression or
We used to take trips to Maine every summer, which is Mom’s home state. That trip was the highlight of the summer months. We always left in the evening, around 6:00 p.m., after Dad got off work. Mom would have spent the week before packing
