The Culture of the Writer

  A couple of years ago, I walked into FoxTale Books, an indie bookstore close to my home, for a writers’ workshop.  A group of three women chatting near a long table in the back turned to look at me.  A man dressed in khakis and a button down at the center of the group…

Bee Invasion

  IMG_0702 (2) It was dusk.  The crickets were beginning to chirp, a cool breeze was finally whipping up, and the orange sun was bleeding into the horizon. My husband and I were just about to park ourselves on the back deck and relax.  Our five year old was outside with his friends, screeching up…

Tea Time in Georgia

Tea can be so many things to so many different people. My mother-in-law loves her milk tea.  Cha.  Every day, morning and afternoon, the loose black tea leaves roll in a boil on the stove, smelling of warm milk and ginger. The aroma of her tea is a gentle “good morning” every day in her…

Moments in Hand

Last night, I attended a writing workshop.  It was my first time at this particular one, and as I drove up the long driveway to the hostesses home, I fought my childhood shyness pop up in my throat.  But, I fought it and threw myself in, completely unaware of the incredible inspiration I was to…