There has always been more than little bit of Peter Pan in me.
Southerners know it all too well, the lush green vine that coils, winds and climbs over everything in its path from trees to houses -- kudzu.
All dogs go to Heaven, and you will never convince me otherwise.
The peacock rests in shards of broken glass.
What has the magic power to transport us through space and time back to a moment, whether happy or sad?
Mark Twain might have said it best: "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter." Well, Mark, lately it's beginning to matter.
I have always heard you can never go home again. Well, that's simply not true, although I do understand the more subtle meaning.
When I was a little boy, Mama told me stories of sights and wonders she had seen. Still today, those stories flood my mind with curiosity and fascination, normal meeting paranormal.
It's hot as Hades in Mississippi, and that's even in the shade with a pitcher of ice cold lemonade.
It's hard to argue with a fire-breathing dragon.
Summer and homemade ice cream seem to go perfectly together.
I awoke this morning to the unmistakable aroma of sausage frying. To my surprise and great delight, there were also biscuits rising in the oven.
There are not many things that stir the soul quite like hearing the one you love play familiar gospel hymns on his new (well, actually used and very old) baby grand piano.
I have always heard that friends are the family you choose. Virginia Woolf said it best: "Some people go to priests, others to poetry, I to my friends."
Most folks who know me would declare I am always five or ten minutes late.
If you squinch your eyes just a little, open your imagination as far as it will go, and add a sprinkle of pixie dust if you have it handy, it's not that hard to make them "real."
I wished that moment would last forever.
Ah, Sophia ...
I remember the days leading up to when she would be ours.
My mind is saturated with unforgettable mothers, I suppose because Mother's Day marks our calendars once again.
This is a story of hope.
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