The Wealth of Her Name

Martha Bell Marrow was more than a grandparent, she was the heart of my family and a symbol of grace throughout her long, wholesome life. As my last surviving grandparent, her presence carried the weight of generations, and her absence leaves a quiet space words can scarcely fill. Over my 42 years, I have onlyContinue reading “The Wealth of Her Name”

Cooking Memories

I’ve been writing for the better part of 35 years. It’s surprising how many people think my fictional work is “autobiographical” in nature. I write by the “write what you know” rule, because my life is relatively boring. However, I like telling stories because people generally enjoy the stories I deliver. The story below isContinue reading “Cooking Memories”