A ROOM CAN be an interesting place.
It can be a place for a person to express himself or herself, or it can be a place for governments to conduct their business.
A room can be a place where life begins, and a room can be a place where it ends.
ADVERBS DO NOT appeal to me, but Sue said to use one so I’ll use it quickly.
July did not seem quick, but I guess now’s as good a time as any to look back at it.
We have come to the end of another month so I thought now would be as good a time as any to go on a written journey back through the days of June.
History has always fascinated me.
I’ve been interested in the Civil War since my family took a vacation to Gettysburg.
I thought I might write down my thoughts on the Confederate battle flag and statues, but I’ve decided to leave them for another day.
Instead, I’d like to go even farther into the past.
Here’s a quick story about how yesterday might influence today and tomorrow.
A podcast episode I heard tonight took me back to the Lincoln Memorial steps.
When I stood on them last year I’d known giants of the Civil Rights Movement had also stood there.
Tonight, thanks to a bonus episode of The Washington Post’s “Presidential” podcast, which has episodes about United States president’s lives and leadership, I heard an earlier civil rights giant’s story in a new way.
I was 7 years old when my Pappaw died.
There are things I remember about him, even though I saw him with only a child’s eyes.
Sue’s prompt today is, “house.”
Since I couldn’t think of one big story about a house, here are three small stories about three houses.
Today, I thought about one of the best opportunities I had as a journalist.
Every June 6 since 2011, my mind has drifted to the day I knocked on a door and what I heard from the man who answered.
I couldn’t find the full original story I wrote so some of the details may be a little off, but what follows is the short version from my memory.
When I was 9, my parents went to Graceland.
They left a brochure from the mansion on the table one day.
I read it, and I was an Elvis fan.
I’ve picked today to post a poem for you,
since WordPress Discover’s prompt is “new.”
I don’t always do just what I’ve been told
so I wrote this new poem about something old.