The lone pink tulip is gone.
In April of 2016, I saw one pink tulip in a field of daffodils along Pellissippi Parkway. I came back the next day to investigate, …
The pantry purge
This week’s “spring cleaning” job was to tackle the pantry. My husband, Neville, and I aren’t fans of pantry purging but will occasionally set a time to work together to …
Snipping the years away
I have a new grandson.
I still have only three, and this “new” grandson is still 4 years old, lives in Franklin and answers, when it suits him, to the name …
Pondering an impoundment
Unanswered questions are the curse of a journalist’s existence. Long before I knew I wanted to be a journalist, I knew I had to find answers.
It must be embedded in …
The value of time
My children were young when my mother died – 10 and 6 years old. Gran, as they called her, lived in West Tennessee, 283 miles from our door to hers. …
Goodbye, my dear friend
I had to say goodbye to a dear friend this week. He was just three years older than I am, but his health had been failing for the past several …
Now I lay me down to dream
My nighttime dreams have always been vivid and very real. When I was a 20-something, I did a little research into the meaning of dreams, which gave me just enough …
Just your average addiction
Before today, if you had asked me how often I am on my cell phone, I probably would have shrugged and said, “About average.”
My cell-phone bill remains pretty much the …