Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·PinnedMember-onlyFirst ChristmasIn a home of our own — Christmas isn’t a season. It’s a feeling. Edna Ferber Once upon a time The happiest words, our home Brightened my Christmas Memphis, Tennessee, December 1975 Our home is a rented three-room duplex near Overton Square, temporarily postponing its ultimate fate as a parking lot. Our Christmas tree is a poor…Story Quilt1 min readStory Quilt1 min read
Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·PinnedMember-onlyLove StoryGloria and Winston — “I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, Kind-hearted Winston Falling in love at first sight Lovely Gloria Beauty is more than skin deep When you let him see within Christmas angel I found you Christmas angel Sad beauty Christmas angel Your sweet voice Christmas angel I love you…Story Quilt3 min readStory Quilt3 min read
Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·PinnedMember-onlyThe Other SideWho waits there — Story Quilt1 min readStory Quilt1 min readImage created by the author on CanvaThe Other SideWho waits there----13
Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·PinnedMember-onlyOrnaments for the TreeSignposts of my life — look the spangles that sleep all the year in a dark box dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, e. e. cummings: Brightly colored balls Hanging on the Christmas tree Shimmering sparkles I decorated the tree last night. Barely, because the past came calling As I lifted each carefully…Story Quilt2 min readStory Quilt2 min read
Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·PinnedMember-onlyMy Music ManI love you so — Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens. Maria von Trapp Playing paved your way Into my wary heart, lost Abandoned, alone Never reached for anyone Open suddenly to you Music is magic An irresistible pull Now and forever Music first drew me to…Story Quilt2 min readStory Quilt2 min read
Jan 5Member-onlyPoint of No ReturnEvent horizon — I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect — in terror. Edgar Allan Poe I am not safe. In the darkness and the light, it feels like I’m disappearing. I can’t see it. I’m standing too close to myself. But there’s a black hole, an event…2 min read2 min read
Dec 6, 2022…But both need to be continually nurturedFinally remembering what I had let fade from my awarenessThat sharing this warmth with othersMakes it grow in intensity and strengthFor that is the formula that She brought with Her incarnation“For the Word became FleshAnd dwelt …A Different Kind of Coldness4.3K33John O'NeillAnd sharing this with your readers carries the warmth even farther as you reach out towards us with…And sharing this with your readers carries the warmth even farther as you reach out towards us with this poem. I felt I took this walk with you, seeing, hearing, feeling with you. "Let us rejoice and be glad," indeed.1 min read1 min readAnd sharing this with your readers carries the warmth even farther as you reach out towards us with this poem.I felt I took this walk with you, seeing, hearing, feeling with you."Let us rejoice and be glad," indeed.----1
Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·Nov 16, 2022Member-onlyConfusion, Hesitation, Indecision, Oh MyI don’t have the answers — We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end. Blaise Pascal I am a young lady from Stray Who thinks of running away Whether to stay or to go Puzzles me so I’m in a state of confusion all day Lately, I have…Poember November2 min readPoember November2 min read
Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·Nov 12, 2022Member-onlyThe Big Black SnakeAn unexpected ally — To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. Ralph Waldo Emerson Never fitting in Not able to find her place Rebellious, stubborn Susannah Stewart asked, "Merriam, would you like to hear a story from Susannah MacKinnie's childhood? …Story Quilt8 min readStory Quilt8 min read
Published in Appalachian Tales and Trails·Nov 6, 2022Member-onlyCherish the ChrysanthemumsLast of all — Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums … Maurice Maeterlinck Our autumn flower Often last but never least Pincushion petite Pompon, spoon, anemone Yellow, purple, red, orange The crow stopped…Story Quilt2 min readStory Quilt2 min read