In April, I taught a memoir-writing class at the John Campbell Folk School in Brasstown, NC, near Murphy.
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In April, I taught a memoir-writing class at the John Campbell Folk School in Brasstown, NC, near Murphy.
When I was young, I would always walk to my grandpa's house. I loved it there, he never ran out of advice or stories to tell.
Snider sped up, eventually reaching Viola. “Really?” he tried to confirm before looking on the desk. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Well, I have good news and more good news,” Viola announced as she strolled into the breakroom.
Anna loved her new job at Wonder World Daycare. However, coming up with projects for toddlers between the ages of two and four was challenging.
“Chatty, looks like the boys are getting up a game of marbles outside. Did they invite you?” Grandma Ella yelled from the kitchen.
“Three people close to the suspect have confessed, and we still don’t have the evidence to convict anyone.” Viola bit her lip and sighed.
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” The first time I heard Grady of Sanford and Son fame make that statement, I thought to myself, you know, he’s got a point.
Jewel loved her parents. Her father worked while her mother was a stay-at-home mom.
Jewel loved her parents. She never wanted for anything. Her family was modest.
“How many graduating fairies do you think we’ll have this year?” asked Patience.
Good morning, World! The sun is shining brightly through the bedroom blinds. I can feel today is going to be fabulous!
“Why are you girls sitting up in my kitchen when it’s so pretty and sunny outside today?” Kylie’s mom asked as she entered the room.
It was a summer day in the late 1970s. I recall standing in the lobby of Wachovia Bank waiting for the next available teller.
The first funeral I can remember attending was my great-grandmother’s. Actually, I don’t remember the funeral, just the trip for her burial to the mountains where she was born.
To me, and so many others, the Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement is important. The BLM movement fights for Black people and highlights the changes that needed to be made long ago.
You know, you can actually learn something new every day. Until a spokesperson called from Lexington city government, I never knew this was how my dad felt.
February is Black History Month! I believe this is a great time to honor and focus on Black achievements.
Dear Family,
We made it back home to the Barbeque Capital of the World! Hope everyone else returned home safely and enjoyed the holiday gathering as much as my brother and I.