Gratefulness . . .

Morning gratefulness. I’m choosing it. Where do I begin? With her and this post she wrote about her mother, Glory, four years ago. It was one of my first connections with LauraLee; her story and her Glory touched me deeply back then—a witness that reaches through to...

on quitting writing…

I quit writing yesterday. Quit. Put down the pen and said, “No more.”   Today, I’ve extended that deadline a bit. Why? Well, partly because of something I read last night and mostly because of something my daddy has told me time and again throughout the course of...
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