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An Appalachian mountain elf

The winds pounded upon the side of the house sitting in the shadow of Gravelly Spur Mountain and seeped beneath the cracks around the windows and doors letting the chill of winter in the walls warmed by the wood stacked and burning in the fireplace. The sound of bells tinkled as they were pulled from […]

The Christmas shine is for sharing

“Here’s the boxes of outside lights,” I said as I handed them down the attic stairs to my father Floyd. Next came the interior boxes that were spread on the floor of the living room for my mother Pearl to sift through. A few hops up and down the attic ladder and all the Christmas […]

Darkness is overcome by the Light

Inside the depths sometimes there emerges evil from the darkness. This is often the image seen as we sit watching a film or TV show as we sit on the edge of our seats, sometimes even screaming at the character – don’t go in there! But inevitably, to push the story along, the character presses […]

Are things piling up?

Have you ever realized how things seem to simply pile up? I have just endured about four and a half weeks of reducing these piles, sheet by sheet, stack by stack, and at times it felt like word by word – junk mail, business letters, tax paperwork, newspapers, magazines?

A Breath Shared

I struggled to catch a breath as I leaned up on my pillow, trying to find the next clear bit of air and pull it into my lungs. I often wondered if there would be another breath but there was an endless desire to keep trying. As a child, like many others I suffered from […]

Snow and the pot-bellied stove

As I placed the log into the black cast iron stove, I watched the orange sparks rise up from the burning embers within its belly in grandma’s parlor. I often stood at its front hopeful that it would make me feel warmer. It usually did at least on the one side until I turned and […]

Where do we go from here?

I remember it as if it was yesterday. The doctor had told my Mom that she might have breast cancer. I wasn’t much more than eight years old and hardly understood what it meant. All I know is that it worried her and she was extremely sad. I was sitting on the bed next to […]

Warming of the heart

The cold wind blew hard against the windowpane as I pulled the covers up above my head. I could barely turn over with the heaviness of the quilts which seemed a foot thick above me. The back room of Grandma Kitty’s house seemed a long way from the warmth of the stove in the living […]