My father’s spirit left his body in a darkened room six weeks ago. On the wings of his last breath, it ascended – a small cloud of color and energy. Believing, disbelieving – that is what my eyes saw….
Snowballs float, field balm prays, Crow’s bane smiles, tulips fray (in my half-wild yard). A springtime poem by James Wright made me all joyful inside and I hope you’ll love it too… A Blessing by James Wright Just off the…
It’s almost here! The 35th annual Southern Festival Books brings over 150 authors to Nashville for interviews and conversation beginning tomorrow morning and running through Sunday. This year it’s being held on the grounds between the Tennessee State Museum and…