Memories of The Redhead: Mama was a Dancing Woman

It has been two years. Four days. 23 hours and 37 minutes, give or take a few, since I last spoke to The Redhead. 734 days. 63,502,635 seconds. I don’t even know what I’ve done with all that time. Wasted a good portion of it, undoubtedly, though I’m more cognizant of the passing than I’ve ever been [Read More...]

A few of my favorite things

Cleaned my office this week & found my Pulpwood Queen Crown Thought you might want to see what I’m reading This Redbird was a gift from The Redhead There are stories behind these photos. And yes, that is Michael W. Smith, interviewed him some years ago and took that snapshot. And that dirt? It comes [Read More...]

Prayers for the Southland

I lived through one tornado. It was the summer of 1977. I was working as a summer missionary with the Southern Baptist Convention. When I applied for the position they asked me for my first choice for service, and being a homesick Georgia girl, I put down Atlanta.  I got my 3rd choice — the Midwest. Gary. Portage. Michigan [Read More...]


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