Southern Diary
One elevator, two stalkers, three minutes, and four quarters
When opportunity presents itself, NEVER walk away. When I question myself, I remind myself when quarters changed my life.
The Plowboy Turned Soldier | WWII
In December of 1941, Pearl Harbor was attacked, the country was in mourning, and by June of 1944, Private First Class Lloyd D. Carter of the 1st Infantry Division - Big Red One, found himself in the throes of a choppy English Harbor, on his way to an unknown destination. Remembering Private First Class Lloyd D. Carter.
Things My Mama Told Me (When I Wasn’t Listening)
It’s my alone time that reinforces just how much my mother taught me - even without knowing it at the time.
Once Upon a Bad Boy
There’s a bad boy is every woman’s history. Who’s yours?
Halfway Home to You
I reach back into my diary and realize that even though 10 years has past since we were HALFWAY HOME TO YOU, we’re still holding on to the promise of being together.
Load ‘Em Up and Move ‘Em Out
Moving is a booger, and that’s putting it mildly. I’ve left four homes in my life, and I’m proud that I kept some of my promises to my memories. I’m home for good, and mama’s table is too.
Wool Socks With a View
There comes a time when you have to run away. For me, that happens every Thanksgiving.
Done My Work, Time to Rest
It started with my grandmother Mattie. I never knew her, but I have been walking in her footsteps for decades.
What Will Your Verse Be?
What will your verse be?
Here we go, 2024 🎀
Bring on 2024. Give us all you’ve got.
And Again, Thanks for Everything
We look back eight years, and we’re shocked that the things that made us happy then STILL are at the op of our list. In everything - as time passes - give thanks.
Coming in at 64 Like a Hot Mess
I’m 64. Who would have thunk? I must embrace it for there’s no where to go but up.
My Very Own Magnolia Welcome Home Moment
Who needs a network in order to reveal a home masterpiece? We welcome you into our home. It’s been a long time coming.
Two To Go Till Home
It has taken over a year to get to this place. Finally, the home build is complete (with the exception of some punch list stuff) and we’re heading home.
The Gift of Ivet’s Vista
Ivet’s Vista was a gift. We had no idea how valuable a tiny piece of land could be.
One Week Plus Three Days
We’re coming down to our final week at our 2nd Airbnb rental. Now, we’re heading to another for three days, and then we’re going home.
In Other Words, “AEH”
Mama didn’t have to say anything. She just grabbed a knee.
Eight Months and a CO
It’s been eight months since we broke ground. Today, Len walked through the home for the first time with Saving Time Design. A rare moment when Len is speechless.
An Orange Slice of Cake
It’s a memory as sweet as the oranges. Dessert was not frequent at our house, but every now and then, mama’s Orange Slice Cake made an appearance.
Back to the Beginning in WV
It’s the oral tradition of passing down family information that guides us as we look for Len’s father’s family. What little we know takes us to the remote town of Littleton, WV.