My story in Carolina Woman

My short story, “Ain’t Just a River,” just won Second Prize in the annual Carolina Woman Magazine Writing Contest! The story is now published in the May/June 2019 issue. I’m tickled that the piece will get a wide circulation (the magazine is distributed to 500 locations in the Triangle area to a readership of 100,000).... Continue Reading →

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Writing during times of turmoil

We all have times of crisis in our lives. Mine is happening now. In two weeks, the one-day writers’ conference that I’ve been planning since last July takes place in Selma, North Carolina. I’ve worked events before, and those last two weeks before D-day are critical. The slightest mistakes can throw a wrench in the... Continue Reading →

Doggone wasteful thoughts

It all started when I was at the eye doctor’s, rifling through a stack of waiting room periodicals. I paused at an article on animal waste in a hunting & fishing magazine. It offered a visual guide to bear’s waste (a dark pudding-like blob), hogshead snake’s waste (a furry lump of something not fully digested)... Continue Reading →

Divided

I was leaving Pine Level, driving toward Selma one morning when I saw this tree: A hardwood splayed into a painfully widespread “Y” by a utility crew in a bucket truck. I get why it was trimmed. It was a preemptive strike, to protect utility lines before the hurricane. And indeed, Florence unleashed devastation on eastern... Continue Reading →

Twitter theologians

Every morning I sit down with coffee to read meditations and compose my own. I check social media and today I realized how many theologians I've been following. Their tweets are funny or serious, but always challenging -- to be present, to be aware, to take action, to share the Good News. Here are six of my favorites: Tim... Continue Reading →

Starting at the grassroots

I’m just now sitting down to knock out my August blog post. With good reason! I spent the last four weeks working on a grant, and we won it! This is the fourth time I’ve competed for an arts grant to help weave a creative community in Selma, North Carolina. My first three attempts –... Continue Reading →

Crowder peas and crossing counties

Crowder peas. Why did that sound familiar? By the time I got home from the Farm Fresh Market in Zebulon, North Carolina and had them shelled in a bowl, I remembered. Tayari Jones talked about them in her novel, An American Marriage. They represent a southern dish one of her characters had been craving. I... Continue Reading →

Wandering

The wind in this part of eastern North Carolina is choppy and unrelenting sometimes. What is good for the land and wildlife can knock my wind chimes down and chip paint off lanterns. After three seasons of picking up shingles in the yard, I decided it was time for a new roof.  The shingles arrived on a pallet... Continue Reading →

In Her Words

Historian and writer Eric Jackson asked me to read a poem or selection from the Harlem Renaissance for his Black History Month presentation at the Town of Selma Parks & Rec's Soul Food Fest on Feb. 24 from 11 am - 2 pm at the Harrison Alumni Center, 605 W Noble Street in Selma, North... Continue Reading →

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