When I was 8 years old, I decided I wanted to write a book. I still have that book...somewhere. It's horrible, written in different shades of crayola crayon, filling an entire 70-page notebook. I took notebooks everywhere as a kid...
I still do.

10 years later, my passion for words has stayed intact, but my interests have shifted a little. Once I ( Read more... )

 Tonight was the band spring concert. My last concert in high school band ( Read more... )

Sometimes little things in life can make all the difference. A penalty in a football game (We won't talk about Tennessee and NC...), a passing grade when you're straddling the border of repeating high school, a child reading a Bible story for the first time... They all add up into something amazing.
Something called life.

There's a road on an Island ( Read more... )

 
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 ... my best friend Jim.

From the moment I met you Jim, all those years ago, I knew you were special. The way you smiled at me, the way you protected me; we sought each other out and were stuck like glue.
We were salt and pepper. Peanut butter and Jelly.
Chesapeake blue crabs and Old Bay.
(You get the idea.)

Growing up with you was a treasure. We've had ( Read more... )

What is something you did as a child that other people remember you for?

Mom always said that when I was little, she had to keep pens, crayons, markers, and any other writing utensils away from me because I would take them and write words in books. She claims that it was the start of my passion for not only books, but words.

She also said that for ( Read more... )

Most people won't think this is amazing, or spectacular, but I do ( Read more... )

 When I was in Tennessee last summer, Mom and Terry took me to a giant antique shop. They had AMAZING stuff in there; everything was extremely cheap, and as I was walking through the isles something caught my eye: a large brown book, tattered and torn, sat on top of a box full of cookbooks. I picked it up and noticed the title on the dark brown ( Read more... )

My moment is more of a year than a moment ( Read more... )