Being home this week had nothing to do with the pandemic. It’s more about getting that manuscript completed for Lee Farrier, who is sharing his heart with the world. My goal was to edit, edit, edit, to finish editing the manuscript. I managed to accomplish that, but I have not yet added the new photos. The text of the manuscript was sent to the editor last night. Progress! Yesterday, I walked out on the porch to deadhead petunias. It was a break from standing at the computer

As a kid, I was accused of being in my own little world. I suppose I still am. If you can get lost in a book, flowers, a project, or a task, you know what I’m talking about. To some, it looks like you are wasting time. There’s a way to not be in this world but still be here. It’s satisfying to have that place to go when the world seems negative or when the mind needs to rest. For a week now, we’ve been aware that Baxter County, Arkansas, our county, is the second highest in t

A gift is something given. It’s given out of love. It may be given to help another, to connect with another, to encourage another. No expectation is involved. No returning the favor is considered. It’s free to the receiver. I once thought it required a trip into town to find the right thing, wrapping paper, a bow, but all of that is not necessary. Let’s think outside the box. Rarely do I catch a glimpse of what I’ve been given by God. My life, for one thing. I simply forget t

I write poetry. I think poetry. I read poetry. That being said, I want to talk about how I’m working on a memoir, which is a person’s true story. The subject of this memoir, Lee Roy Farrier, has a great story. Oftentimes, the subjects of great stories are the last to know their story is great. They simply don’t realize how powerful their story is, how it affects others who hear it. Lee Roy Farrier has told bits and pieces of his story to his friends and family in Norfork, Ark