Goodbye to my sweet Uncle James

He always loved me…when I was little he was pushing me in the stroller and when we passed the taxidermist he said he wanted to take me in and have me stuffed. Thankfully he didn’t. He was a preacher from the time he was sixteen years old following in the...

Wednesday with a Writer

I love reading. Truth be told that has to be why I write. Because I never even thought about becoming a writer. But you could always find me with a book in my hand. Even now, I travel with one in the car most of the time and if I’m stagnant in a fast food line...