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”
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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”