I clutched the tiny leather case close to my heart yesterday for more than an hour, my fingers tracing the cracks in the aged red leather. Placing it on my lap, I gently pulled the snap to open the case, careful not to tear the leather. The contents fairly glowed in the morning sun [...]
Memories
I draw on my East Texas roots to tell a lot of stories. Some are poignant, and some are silly. You'll find them here. Thanks for visiting.










