Yeah, yeah, blog schmog. I’m curled up on my cabin sofa, mesmerized by the foggy view and table still heavy laden with yesterday’s collard greens, black-eyed peas, rice, chow chow, ham, pork loin, corn on the cob, cornbread, cu...

Ack! I suppose it began that day as he wandered ‘round, calling my name. But, no, how could it have? Surely it started when I was young. Younger than young. (Back in the days when hiding something under the bed seemed the only sure way to ha...

‘Twas the night before Christmas and, all through the manger, The animals were gathering to shield Him from danger. They’d heard He was coming and they’d seen the star, So in they all wandered from near and afar. The...