Southern Diary
May Day Update
We traveled to Italy in January for the purpose of finding tile or lighting for our house. And now, it’s May and we’re still waiting to see the tile on the walls and the lights hanging from the rafters.
A Letter Five Years, Eight Months Too Late
I found a letter today. It was from mama, and as sure as rain falls from the sky, so did the tears rise in my eyes.
And Baby Makes Three
Once upon a time . . .
Load ‘em up and Move ‘em out
Houses are just like people; someone must love them for them to thrive. Saying goodbye to Monroe’s Colquitt.
He’s Right There Inside My Phone
We all say it. “Let me get my phone. I have everything here.”
Done My Work
Writing appears to be a family thing. My connection to the words in Southern Diary
Mothers & Memories
Mother’s Day memories are ones that never fade.
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[Cutting] The Tie That Binds
I have loved you since the mid-1980s when I saw you drive across the big screen with Paul Reiser and some actress in some movie. The Saab that stole my heart.
Population 22
This picture was taken 10 years ago. It has taken 10 years to get here, but we are here. Better late than never. #ivetsvista
Last Train to Clarkesville
You can go home again, but it’s not the same. Just ask this Magnolia tree I planted with my daddy.
Another Pluck, Another Birthday
Thanks for teaching me what I had no clue I was learning. Mama always knows.
Back to Sicily
The most beautiful place in the world, Castellemmare del Golfo, Sicily.
Return To Gold
Team Meza in Cancun for excellent dental care.
From Sicily to the South
From Sicily to the South: A taste of Christmas Tradition
At the Gettin’ Store
Everything could be found at the gettin’ store.
On The Way To Possum Hollow
The fog rises from the mountains along Lake Chatuge.
On The Move Again
It’s About Time
Countdown to Happy: Blue Ridge, Part 2
We have been on this mountain top for a full month, and we're well into our second.
Countdown to Happy: Blue Ridge
"I like where we're headed," he said as he climbed the stairs of our rental cabin that he would now call home for the next five months. For the first time in over a week, there was a calm face staring back at me. A little bit of exhaustion still remained, but a small smile spread across his face, one I had not seen in at least a month.