Did you hear the storms last night? Did the lightning and thunder keep you
awake? Certainly affected me!
Tag Archives: Chattahoochee Child
Stupid Girl
“Unlovable.” That’s what my mother described. “She said I was a stupid girl. She said I’d never amount to nothing but a hill of beans. Stupid. Stupid. Just stupid.”
CHATTAHOOCHEE CHILD – EXCERPT
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 symphonyContinue reading “CHATTAHOOCHEE CHILD – EXCERPT”
Lightning…Thunder…and The Roar Of Chattahoochee Child…
Whenever I see lightning, I jump out of my skin, almost. My husband says even when sleeping, I will hear the thunder and lightning and jump or tremble. I do not remember doing it. Just a few days ago, we had a summer storm in the afternoon. I was in route to get my doggies from the groomer. Every time I saw the lightning flash, I jumped, while driving. It isn’t a pretty sight.
Domestic Abuse — “A Family Matter”
Dearest Readers: Below is an excerpt from “Chattahoochee Child.” A FAMILY MATTER… Domestic Violence…Domestic Abuse… Regardless what it is called, it is truly a vicious monster. A wild, destructive monster that roars with such anger and turbulence I vowed never to allow it to knock at my door as a grown up. There were timesContinue reading “Domestic Abuse — “A Family Matter””
Reflections On July 6th of Every Year…
Today is a day of remembrance for me. On July 6, 1999, while walking into the nursing home to visit with my dad, he was slipping away.
Chattahoochee Child – Walking Into the Fears of Cancer…
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 crippledContinue reading “Chattahoochee Child – Walking Into the Fears of Cancer…”
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 BarbieContinue reading
Grammy’s Heavenly Homemade Biscuits – Chattahoochee Child
Yesterday while reading an e-mail from an online writers’ group, I discovered a food writing contest. The directions discussed a contest for Thanksgiving. The assignment was to share a family recipe for the holidays. Humph. I thought. I don’t have any family recipes to share. That assignment for a contest got me thinking; nevertheless, IContinue reading “Grammy’s Heavenly Homemade Biscuits – Chattahoochee Child”
Life in a Mill Village During the Hay Days of Textile Mills…
LIVING IN BIBB CITY The waters of the Chattahoochee River flow along the riverbanks of Bibb City, a small mill town located on the red clay banks of Columbus, Georgia. The harmonious water trickles in creeks, and rocks; gleaming through thick pine forests, poison ivy and vines. Sometimes the river is rustic, a reddish-brown terracottaContinue reading “Life in a Mill Village During the Hay Days of Textile Mills…”
