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The time is 9:12 AM on September 1, 2015 and my cell phone is ringing. The caller’s number is familiar to me although a call from my cousin Donald...
In the early years of the seventies on a warm day of sunshine in the little town of Lake City, Florida, My Mama, Lois Marion was driving her young daughters...
I have a dear friend; Betty Baker is her name. My red-headed adopted sister, mere days older than me came from a totally different part of the country. ...
December 14, 2014…it’s been one whole year since you left our presence and received your newest home. One year ago today, Robert Dale called me and...
The following is a Tribute written to our Mama on the day of a glorious luncheon served to family and friends in our family church I hope you enjoy my...
Memorial Day, May 26, 2014 and I’m planning to spend the day with my mother, Lois Marion. I called her to inquire if she was going to be with any...
Red, pink and white construction paper, frilly white paper doilies, blunt nosed scissors, glitter and the ever necessary Elmer’s Glue…these are the...
Christmas Eve 2013 and the family gathered in the great room to experience the yearly gift-giving tradition. Naser, my husband of 42 years, our daughter...
“But Mama…I want to play with all of my friends too!” I cried. “Their Mamas are letting them play down in that hole; why can’t I?”...
The time is 1960 and the place is a very sleepy little town in North Central Florida. The thoroughfare was a paved little two lane highway through town,...