The Artist

The Artist

She was born Lydia Head  in South Carolina in 1824 and married James Barker in 1847. Lydia and James worked on their farm in Georgia. Life must have been hard but good for Lydia until something happened to change it all. The Barker family was about to go to church. James was sitting in the […]

Soft Morning

Soft Morning

This is a soft morning–quiet, still, mist hovering above the ground, and roofs white with frost. Not a car goes up or down the street and even the squirrels are hiding. It’s a hushed world. This morning is like an empty canvas, waiting for the artist.  With brush in hand, we begin the day, dipping […]

And Then There’s That Cotton-Pickin’ Internet

And Then There’s That Cotton-Pickin’ Internet

Isn’t it funny how we depend so much on the internet? Believe it or not, when I was growing up, I had never heard of the internet or home computers or email and I did just fine. But now? Well, now, I’ve gotten used to it. So, tonight, Wednesday, September 27, my internet connection is […]