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…

Seasons

I woke up this morning to my dog, Scarlet O’Hara, trotting about back and forth in front of the bedroom door, whimpering until she saw me open my eyes, at which time she began frantically barking in that way that lets me know I’ve overslept.  I scrambled to get myself up before ambling down the…

The Nature of Belle Isle

I was poking around on the computer at my mother’s house when I noticed a file with my name on it.  At first I didn’t know what it was, but when I opened it, remembered it immediately.  The top of it said Belle Isle, 1949.  That’s the name of a poem I did an explication…

Swinging from the Brush

I have written about, on several occasions, the special brand of joy I get from watching people’s dreams come true.  Somehow when I see others taking their dreams by the hand for the first time, I think if I get close enough to them, that some of the energy will splash onto me.  It’s like getting…

What if?

Last week, when the Mega Millions Lottery reached the largest amount in history, I bought a few tickets.  I’d never bought a lottery ticket before, but this time I had to.  First of all, I liked the camaraderie.  There was a general buzz of excitement all around.  This was probably nation wide, but I assume was…

The Someone I Am

I found a box in my father’s basement.  I was looking for a Christmas card of mine he’d accidentally packed up with the decorations.  I was darting my eyes around the musty dark crannies of the room when I caught a familiar smell.  It was a smell that hadn’t graced my nose in close to ten…

Observations about Music and Moments

I’ve always loved music.  I don’t sing it, write it, or play it; I just love it.  From the time I was a little girl, one of my most beloved things in life has been hearing an amazing song for the very first time. It incites feelings of newness and nostalgia all at once.  Sometimes a…

Writing about Writing

     Lately I’ve been pondering a lot about what made me the writer I’ve both grown to be and am still becoming.  I haven’t been so much as intrigued with the craft itself lately, as how all the planets lined up for me specifically to become one of its pawns.  My wheels had already been turning on…

Yearning

     The definition of Yearning is, “a deep longing, especially accompanied by tenderness or sadness.”  It is a thing beyond wanting, and even hope.  Think of the crying voice of Bill Medley in “Unchained Melody,” or Martin Luther King Junior’s pleading voice when he begged America to realize his dream…it’s a desire, a knowing, and…

The Unbreakable

     This one was a strange Christmas…it came and went more quickly than the others.  People often say age is to blame for the sudden acceleration of time, which is probably true, but not the reason this time.  This year there was a sort of climate shift going on around me.  For once my life…