An Old Familiar Place

We’re Almost There! I talked with my publishing agent this afternoon. All lights are green . It's a "GO"!  I've signed off on   everything and JOAB will be  released n a few short weeks. Third in The Faithful Sons Trilogy , this novel of the Old South will take you back to a time when emotions changed almost as quickly as a mockingbird flits from tree to tree. I hope I have captured some of those emotions and that you will open the pages with great expectations. Whether you're from the North or South, your heart will be warmed by memories passed down from generation to generation. Memories of a time when our country was at war with itself and of the years that followed as the South picked up the broken pieces and started all over again. `````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Rachel and Joab sat on the front porch swing that day, reminiscing about the war years, thinking about how the South had taken a beating, but more import...

I sat on the wicker swing, thinking about the ties that bind. About my mother, and peeling peaches with her on the back porch, dreaming about the day when I would leave this place and begin a life of my own, with not the least thought that this wonderful man would walk right into my life, leaving me drained of myself, filling me with his own dreams beyond my wildest imagination. Only God in heaven knows the extent of those dreams and visions that played to the hilt on the stage of my life, enhanced through the years by His amazing love and grace and brought to closing moments with continued joy unspeakable and full of glory. I was exhausted. Filled to the brim with memories. Of things I will never forget, duly reminded by this old plantation. I had to leave. I turned around to watch the wicker swing moving back and forth like a scene from an old movie in slow motion, looking up to the attic windows of the old plantation house. I slowly took the steps down, touched the hawthorn t...