Personal Stories

The Birmingham Three

The plane was full the day we flew to Birmingham, Alabama. My husband Alan had been working in and out of the city for two years and had...

Angels are everywhere! I love it when it is obvious, they are following ME! I shuddered as a snow front pelted the East closing schools and...

Thanksgiving is about love—love of God, family, country, and for some, just love of food. I’m thankful for much, but especially for...

I’ve always loved jazz and the blues. I could say it’s because I grew up in the mountain country of Appalachia, a ‘made to order’...

9/11/2013 — A special story for 9/11 — Being a jerk isn’t cool on any day, but especially on 9/ll. A...

I didn’t know about the drugs. But I saw the girls, beautiful and fawned over, who used to sit in the big roomy...

New York City was like a drug and I was a junkie. In the late 1960’s, I left the mountains and valleys of West Virginia for the sprawl...

Ever feel like a cosmic force has sucked you into space, spun you around, and then slammed you back hard against the earth? And then...

I love piano music. It starts my heels clacking faster than a banjo or a guitar any day. So when the announcement came that Elton John was...

Above: Easter with my grandmother Jette and my Aunt LoRayne across from the little brown church. In 1952, when I was a toddler, my...