Barbie Perkins-Cooper, Author

Living Life in the Country As A Writer, Photographer


 Dearest Readers: Listed below is a bit of Chattahoochee Child: PROLOGUE – Rhythms October 2003 There is a rhythm to life, moving us at a pace we control by the decisions we make. When I was lost, and alone, I embraced the Chattahoochee River while listening to the melody of rhythms created by the symphony …

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Dearest Readers: Although the month of October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, I wanted to share a story about my father’s battle with esophageal cancer. The month of April is the scheduled month for Esophageal Cancer Awareness. When my father was diagnosed, medical professionals assumed he was a smoker. He never smoked – EVER! DIAGNOSIS …

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Dearest Readers: Below is an essay written before my father’s death – July 6, 1999 WALTER W. PERKINS Mr. Sandpiper, 1998 Born an identical twin on December 19, 1914, Walter W. Perkins will soon celebrate his 84th birthday and he is the only surviving family member left of his generation.  His identical twin brother was …

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  Dearest Readers: July 6 is always a day of remembrance for me. Truly a day to spend the entire day in tears, or a day to give thanks. Why? Allow me to explain. During the stressful days of my dad’s terminal illness with esophageal cancer during December 1997 until his death on July 6, …

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Dearest Readers: Immigration. Illegal? Legal? What about the children??? For all of you viewing just a photograph of a child crying — why don’t you read the full story? https://www.cbsnews.com/news/border-patrol-agent-involved-dramatic-photo-girl-crying-at-border-speaks-out/ The mother was being searched. Both were exhausted. People are assuming the worst. Yes, my heart aches whenever I see a child crying; however, as …

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Late one evening while watching TV with my husband Phil, I reminded him to check his glucose level. His reply was the usual, ‘I’ll do it later.’ Knowing him as I do, I was frustrated. He has the tendency to procrastinate, so I chose a different approach. “Why don’t you check mine and let’s compare.” …

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Holidays of 1997 During the holidays of 1997, my life was extremely busy until a shocking reality forced me to readjust my schedule, to make time for a new, unsuspecting emergency when my father needed me the most, during his illness.  I was stepping into a new chapter of my life, green and naive of …

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