Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

Last March, I had just finished a refreshing swim and beach walk with my husband along a stretch of the Atlantic which parallels Patrick Air…

It’s New Year’s Eve, 1972. A band is playing “Celebrate, Celebrate, dance to the music..” and suddenly Dick Clark’s voice emerges “direct from aboard the…

Driving onto the grounds of the Biltmore Estate last April was an experience for the senses. As we curved up through the winding road, I…

Last June was a busy month for me. I had my port-a-cath surgically removed; we drove to the other side of the state to spend…