A Mother and a Daughter
October 19, 2020
Older Than Dirt
July 15, 2020
Save Me A Place
February 23, 2020
Your Friends Will Beg For This Recipe
March 5, 2017
Miss Agnes Felch
January 15, 2017
One day while my best friend, Emily and I sat licking banana popsicles beside the honeysuckle bush in my backyard, Mother called out. 'G...
For June, a Helping of My Favorite Quotes
June 7, 2017
August 9, 2017
The singer from the past stood on the stage,
his beard white, his curved stance showing his age.
With guitar in hand, he strummed a familiar song.
The crowd shouted, clapped, kept urging him on.
He sang about spending many long Sundays,
filled with an aching loneliness, his mind in a haze.
He related his crashing-into-a-cop-car tale
that resulted in one God-awful night in jail.
He told stories of his addiction to drugs and booze,
describing a life without care, long days of abuse.
His remorse-filled verses were earthy and true.
A longing for redemption began seeping through.
As he walked offstage, the crowd began to roar,
whistling, clapping,shouting, "We want more."
He walked back out said, "My wife told me no,
but I am determined to sing this song, so lets go."
Daughter, Kelly, came on stage, stood by his side.
Kris sang, asking forgiveness with nothing to hide.
His voice was on fire as he played his trusty guitar.
This once fallen man proved that he had come far.
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