Barbie Perkins-Cooper, Author

Living Life in the Country As A Writer, Photographer


Dearest Readers: Periodically, I post a few stories from the book, “Chattahoochee Child” — my latest work-in-progress. Hope you enjoy!   The morning my father and I learned to forgive each other started like most mornings in Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina. Resting motionless in bed, he reminded me of a frail injured bird with crippled …

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Dearest Readers: Today is a special, melancholic day for me. On this date — 100 years ago – December 19, 1914 – my dad and his identical twin brother, Lewis, were born. Before Uncle Lewis’ death in September, 1941 from Bright’s disease, they were known withini the State of Alabama as The Perkins Twins. Together …

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Dearest Readers: While cleaning files on my computer, I discovered this story written years ago. I do hope you will enjoy! Perhaps the holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas, reminds me of simpler times with my dad. Enjoy! Perhaps a portion of “Chattahoochee Child” Footsteps: Taking the Back Roads to Alabama by Barbie Perkins-Cooper Copyright Barbie …

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First North American Rights Only Total Word Count –1491 words Barbie Perkins-Cooper E-mail: barbiepc@bellsouth.net Arriving in Greensboro, North Carolina, I met Joan at Friendly Shopping Center. I parked the car in the first available spot and headed towards Hecht’s Department Store. Rushing across the parking lot, I waved to Joan. Stopping for only a moment, …

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PARENT TO PARENT…CARE GIVING IN AMERICA by Barbie Perkins-Cooper 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 …

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I suppose this is an article for women only; after all, I don’t think men would appreciate the subject matter. Here goes. Have you ever had a mammogram? During the month of October, I scheduled my yearly mammogram. Since I do monthly breast exams, I wasn’t afraid. Nothing was different so I was confident that …

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