A Poem for Daddy

    I am my father’s daughter And proud of it. Dad,  You taught me to be humble for most things, To be proud of a few things And to be grateful for all things. You gave me life. You gave me strength. You gave me roots. You gave me wings so I could fly…

If I could go back in time..

If I could travel back in time, I would vacation with my parents and my niece Amy but to know what I know now and to love them as I do now. What great fun we would have! The Smokies would never be the same.  Back then, I was a surly teenager who was embarrassed…

On The Good Ship Lollipop 

When I was a little girl, I had curly light blond hair. My family nicknamed me Shirley, after the late great Shirley Temple. I cannot remember how many times I sang The Good Ship Lollipop. I was such a little moppet back then and completely spoiled since I was the baby of the family. Here’s…

How I became interested in the paranormal.

It was a corner house and there was no way he could avoid going past it. He was afraid there might be something behind the hedges that he couldn’t see; that the Frankenstein monster would reach over the leaves and branches and carry him off. He hemmed and hawed a while, trying to avoid the house while getting up the courage to walk past it. He didn’t want to get into trouble for being late so he finally scrounged up the courage to do it. He took a deep breath and high-tailed it across the sidewalk so fast, he said, that his feet barely had time to touch the ground.

That time I knew my house was haunted

I glanced in the mirror and instead of my own body, I saw the body of a tiny, thin, old woman with wispy white hair. I was startled and grabbed the side of the wall to balance myself. When I looked again, I saw myself in the mirror.