Closed Doors; Open Doors

In January of my senior year in high school, the house fire that took our home took everything; pictures, clothes, special mementos, and all of the writing I had ever put on paper. At last count, I had written eighty-one poems and song lyrics, as well as the first few chapters and plot lines of … Continue reading Closed Doors; Open Doors

His Name is Roy – part 2- Our Wedding

My family had been through several tough seasons in our lives in the couple of years before Roy and I got married. My maternal grandmother, Mamaw Holley, had a stroke, and although she got some use back she needed help for a lot of things. Our home burned to the ground destroying everything in it. … Continue reading His Name is Roy – part 2- Our Wedding