To Type or Not to Type

I am an excellent typist. I mean I can zip around a keyboard like nobody’s business. This is all thanks to learning to type on a typewriter in high school. We had actual typing classes back then and I can type without once looking down at my fingers. Yep, I am pretty good at that….

Then and Now: 50 Memories That Still Shine

Family & Parenting Childhood & Youthful Memories Education & Career Writing & Creativity Music & Singing Faith & Service Adventures & Travel Home, Heritage & Restoration Business & Entrepreneurship Love & Marriage Life’s Challenges & Deep Connections

Poem: The Place I’ve Always Been Headed

A window opensand my spirit slips outside I seecreamy moonlight slanting through leavessilvery moss growing on the trunks of old oakswispy clouds lingering on far-off mountains. I befriend red-tailed hawks,turkey vultures,two blue herons who live nearby,a gopher snake slithering across the dirt road. I feel no fear, no worryonly an explorer’s heartready for discovery.I knowthis…

Letting Life Get Messy

I have always hated what comes first when contemplating change: the ruin of what is, the demolition of the status quo, and the process of undoing in order to redo. This has caused me great discomfort as a person with a strong need for tidiness and order. “Let’s knock down that wall,” my husband might…

Flash Fiction: Family Legacy

She wasn’t happy, no she wasn’t. All this time trying to cope with the family problem – that’s what they called Randy’s addiction to coke these days – and at the same time, trying to study enough not to flunk the chemistry quizzes that came every day, relentless and unyielding, like a black boxing glove…

5-Star Apple Cake Recipe

This is a tried-and-true recipe for a delicious apple bundt cake. Since Ray and I don’t eat refined sugar, I have added my maple sugar, honey, and maple syrup substitutions. You can follow the original recipe or go with my substitutions. Either way, you’ll produce a moist and delicious apple bundt cake that is perfect…

For My Mother, Higher Education Equaled a Golden Ticket

Whenever one of my older siblings ever said, “Maybe I’ll just stay here—in our rural Texas town—and go to college close by,” my Mom’s reaction was a frown and a quick, “No, you won’t.” This was not said teasingly or with a laugh but rather in a hard-edged tone that left no opening for discussion….

Why I Share My Writing with Other Writers

I share my writing with other writers because I need permission to express my experiences and truths about difficult things that have happened in my life. I need to hear others openly sharing about their hard experiences so I don’t feel alone, self-absorbed, or overly needy when looking deeply at my tough stuff. I want…

To My Dad for his Upcoming Birthday

My dad, Leslie Earl (George) Leatherwood, was born on February 19, 1903. He was fifty years old when I was born, and he died on February 4, 1972, just a few weeks shy of his 69th birthday. I now understand exactly what my dad meant when he said things like, “I was 16 about a…