Ebb Tide

When a tide ebbs, it flows back, revealing the things that were hidden underneath the strong, dark waters.  We miss the ocean that was there, because it was our playground.  It was the place we went for solace,that would welcome us with open arms anytime we needed a swim in the surf.  It was comforting…

Eulogy

This is the eulogy I wrote for my Papaw, Tom Lovingood, who passed away on 10/08/2012.  I wanted to share it with my writing world, because he is so much the reason I am who I am.  I ache for the day I can see him again ~ The dictionary definition of a strong person is, “one of…

A Lesson on Effort

Lately, writing has had me squirming like a worm on the end of a hook.  It has me, and it knows it.  I’ve been rather angry at it for treating me this way, so I started groping around in the dark for affirmation. I don’t know what prompted it, but I found myself googling Nora…