Storms. Lightning. Thunder…


Did you hear the storms last night? Did the lightning and thunder keep you
awake? Certainly affected me! 

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””

The Saga of Freewriting — Ten Minutes and Counting!


Freewriting again today. What is the subject? Truly the first thing coming into my mind. For just a few years, I’ve worked on a manuscript, “Chattahoochee Child.” At first, there wasn’t a plot. Only characters. Now, I have the plot although I keep procrastinating about it. Here goes. The story is placed along the coastContinue reading “The Saga of Freewriting — Ten Minutes and Counting!”

Chattahoochee Child


PART TWO The headlines in the newspaper caught my attention. Bibb Manufacturing Company becomes a ghost town. I stared at the caption with a tight bewildered look on my face, reading it again, picturing the desolate hope filled community of Bibb City, Georgia, the destitute textile community of my youth. Bibb City was the smallContinue reading “Chattahoochee Child”

Barney and the Bibb Mill


The thermostat hanging on the porch read 100 degrees that Wednesday afternoon. I wiped beads of perspiration from my forehead. If only Grammy had given me permission to go to the swimming pool. The only way I kept cool was by wrapping ice cubes in a wash cloth, placing them on my head.

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”