This Rock by Robert Morgan tells the struggle of a family in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Rating: Sum It Up: Powell brothers, Moody and Muir, faceoff in a struggle to become men without a father. Ginny, their widowed mother, pushes younger brother, Muir, harder to work on the farm. Ambitious, Muir wants… Continue reading Days of Our Reading Lives: This Rock, Book Review
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When We Write Letters, Part VIII: Letter to Mom
Dear Mom, Will you walk with me for a few minutes in the garden? Photos taken on my father-in-law's farm late last summer where many beautiful plants and trees grow. I think of you walking with me in the garden. Instead of shopping for dresses, we will look at ripples in the river. Don't you… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part VIII: Letter to Mom
In the Coming Weeks
I am back. You: Back from what? I didn't know you were gone. Me: What do you mean you didn't know I was gone? You: You're not the center of the blogosphere. Me: Yes, you're right, but I am back. My husband, John, and I spent the weekend in Gatlinburg, Tenn. We took a break, planned… Continue reading In the Coming Weeks
Through the Mountains, Part I: When Hope Rises
Two campers light a fire using a propane backpack cook stove. Light rain trickles from the sky. Drops touch toes, hiking books, stone, and extinguish fire. Prior to the Great Smokey Mountains National Park, the same men hiked 15 miles up a mountain to an inn. They also carried dinner they wanted the inn cooking staff to… Continue reading Through the Mountains, Part I: When Hope Rises
Where Magic Lives
Legends say magic rises through winter mist; a mist so thick you must hold your hand two inches from your face to see it. The summer feels more like a South Carolina autumn. Humidity stays at the ground level, and river water is cool. The Blue Ridge Parkway is one of the first roads in the… Continue reading Where Magic Lives
A Blue Ridge Tale
Today is my birthday. One of the greatest gifts in my life is my husband. We've been through a lot together, but I am a hopeless romantic and always believed in that knock-you-off-your-feet feeling. I began writing poems from the very moment I realized he was special and important. I have kept all the poems… Continue reading A Blue Ridge Tale
Corrie's Season 