IZZY – the object of Wiggles affection. Puppy Love. Remember the song written by Paul Anka? He wrote it in 1960 for Annette Funicello of Mouseketeer fame whom he had a crush on. I came to know it (by heart) in the early 70s when Donny Osmond made it a hit. The song is about […]
“When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.” ~ William Shakespeare Perkerson Park is a 50-acre park in Atlanta. I have never been there in person, but thanks to my good friends, Prentice, and Mary Ann, I feel that I have. The park now has a golf course and
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It is never too late to take a ride on humanity’s bus. You may not know that I have written poetry since grade school. Most has never been seen, but I am going to change that by sharing a piece I wrote in 2020 when it seemed our world was imploding around us. It may
Woman in the Mirror by Artist, William Meade Prince – Oil on Canvas, 1923 Are You Selfish? Selfishness vs. Self-Preservation. What is the difference, and why is it important to differentiate? Over the past week these two topics have been on my mind. Most of us are taught early in life to avoid being selfish
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The road to truth can be painful, but it will lead you to freedom. Sandy, back at home with Leon and Lucinda, was surrounded by family once again. Laney and Jeannie were married with families of their own, but the two visited often. No one really mentioned that the cancer was very aggressive and not
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Libby spent the rest of Christmas week helping Artie and making sure the shop ran as best as it could with just the two of them. As she worked, she thought about all the times Michael had stayed over late to help. How he would suddenly appear when a heavy box needed moving or nail
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Libby woke late on Saturday morning with puffy eyes and a headache. Spartacus let her know that she was well behind schedule in getting his breakfast. Stumbling out of bed and wandering into her tiny kitchen, her cell phone began buzzing. Looking at the screen, she saw it was Artie calling. She hit the speaker
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She could barely eat a bite; she was so nervous. Tonight, was her date with Chance Ford. It occurred to her that she really didn’t even know the guy. At any rate, she had spent a small fortune on finding the right dress. It was red velvet, off-the-shoulder, and fit her like a glove. Artie
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