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The Moons of 2025: A Poetic Cycle The frosty glass of January's land, The Wolf Moon rises, spanned by the cold wind. February's air, where deepest snow it keeps, The Snow Moon drifts where all the landscape sleeps. The earth awakens, soft beneath the heel, The Worm Moon breaks the long winter seal. Phlox bloom early, a faint, lovely hue, The Pink Moon glows, beneath the diamond dew. All of the world in brilliant color clad, The Flower Moon arrives, joyful and glad. The shorte

The Captured Gaze (Saint Bernadette in Ecstasy, Seeing Our Lady) The camera flash, a sharp and sudden flare, Did not distract the girl, transfixed in prayer. She kneels alone, though lights and people fill the space, A heavenly wonder shone upon her face. The Rosary beads slipped from her loosened hand, Her soul was absent, in a holier land. Her gaze is fixed where no one else can see, On a memory from the chestnut tree. The photographer stole a shadow, cold and faint, A mome

The Griffin's Thread: From Spindle to Spirit To the People of Dundee Mills, 2012 (Picture Credits: (Picture Credits: David Baughn, City of Griffin, B. Brown) In Georgia's heart, where red clay lies serene, A town called Griffin dreamt a vibrant scene. Then came the rumble, iron gears began, Birth of the industry in 1883's plan. The stack rose high, a sentinel in the blue, Whispers spread of honest work to do. From the field and the porch, the people came to stay, To punch th

Ted, Waiting For His Boy, A Prose Beginning and Concluding in Couplets, August 1, 2025 Such is the pain that mothers must bear, such as the anguish woven into the air. He is Ted, the Boston, the low-slung loyal heart, who does not understand the calendar or the sudden void. He only knows his boy, now a grown man, is missing from the sound of the front door. He waits. His eyes are now clouded, his steps are slow and stumbling. He now bumps the chair leg; his gait is shaky.

A Grief Observed, CS Lewis: Two Couplets with Quotes and a Poem In Between (The quotes are in italics) The walls of my logic, built of clear, certain light, Have crumbled to ash in the first endless night. My faith, once a fortress that stood firm and tall, Now feels like a cold, empty house after the fall. "No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like that of being afraid."  She has been gone long enough now that memory is not

This blog is dedicated to my friend, Dana Holcomb Adkerson, as we share a love for traditional hymns. Traditional hymns are more than just songs; they are woven tapestries of Christian history, theology, and personal devotion. They have been sung in times of celebration, sorrow, and deep contemplation, offering a profound connection to the faith of generations past. The hymns listed below are testaments to enduring trust, glorious hope, and the transformative power of divine

An Honorable Mention. That was the news I read last night after a recent Christian writing contest. While recognition is always appreciated, I’ll be honest: seeing the list of winners made me feel like a real loser. I could have done a far better job in writing, and I decided to improve for next time. In the immediate aftermath, I took a moment to reflect and wrote an inspirational piece (which you can read below this post) about how I plan to improve. But the real work—the

Winning an honorable mention in a writing contest is a moment of pride and encouragement. It shows that your work stood out among many, yet it also leaves a lingering feeling: what’s next? After receiving an honorable mention, I found myself compelled to write another story, driven by a mix of motivation, reflection, and a desire to improve. This post explores that journey—how I moved beyond the recognition to create a new, stronger piece of writing. The Impact of an Honorabl

Who's Banner? Does she play guitar? Great question, much obliged that you asked! Banner is my heroine from my 2016 debut novel, A Woman's Choice . I thought Banner was muted after she and Scott Rourke went into the merry happily ever after (and don't bother me again) in Dundee, Georgia. Well, the gal decided to come back and bother me! Enter Lifelines , the sequel. Now, I did toy with a sequel off and on for years - and even did an outline for other characters. John William "

Corinth, Mississippi, stands as a unique crossroads where history, culture, and Southern charm converge. This small city, rich in heritage and stories, offers visitors a glimpse into the past while embracing the warmth and spirit of the South. Known for its pivotal role during the Civil War and its vibrant community today, Corinth invites travelers to explore its streets, landmarks, and traditions. Historic Corinth Civil War Interpretive Center, a key landmark in Southern her

For every working mother striving to keep the chaos of career, home, and family from fully consuming her, there is a patron saint: Erma Bombeck. A nationally syndicated humorist and author, Bombeck turned the mundane, often exhausting, reality of 20th-century suburban motherhood into comedic gold. From 1965 until she died in 1996, her column, “At Wit's End,” appeared in over 900 newspapers, giving a powerful and hilarious voice to millions of women who often felt unseen, unhe

In 1867, the United States Secretary of State, William Seward, is known for “Seward’s Folly”—the purchase of Alaska from Russia for $7,000,000. Some people may think it was excellent bang for the United States' buck—at two cents an acre—but many Americans were upset. I personally think his first folly was a fantastic decision; it is a second folly I would like to share with the world, especially with the rampant revisionism sweeping through the United States to remove monumen