Author: jolina

The first time Henri Fleischer thrust open the doors of the Smart Shopper and swaggered his way over to the Bargain Bins, I assumed he was on a quest for Victoria Falls and had somehow mistook Livingston, Tennessee for Livingstone,

The first discouragement happened when I was just six years old. For Mother’s Day I had written a story about a young girl who woke up in the wee hours of the dawn (direct quote), crept down the stairs, jumped

For three hours the woman remained in our three aisle Health Beauty Aids section -- digging through vitamin bargain bins and stalking up aisles she had thoroughly perused only moments before; and for three hours I piddled around that area

The first weeks of summer before the earth was baked into a brick and the humidity felt like a warm, wet blanket flung across the sky, farmers came rumbling over Springcreek Christian Camp in rusted tractors attached to equally ancient

One of the first things my parents did after our pilgrimage from Lancaster, Pennsylvania to Nashville, Tennessee in ’89 was to find an Amish or Mennonite community to reassure themselves southern savages weren't the only ones around. For my father,

Three months after we moved to Tennessee, my Grandmother Charlotte was diagnosed with Stage Four Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Even when the cancer began nipping at my grandmother’s bones until more were broken than whole, Mother continued sending her prayer cloths made

As I write this my husband, Randy, is hunched in a New Holland skid loader, grinding gears, scooping rich clay dirt into the bucket, jostling the machine back up the earthen ramp, and depositing said dirt into an ever-growing pile.

A New York Times Bestseller and an American Book Award Nominee, One Writer’s Beginnings by Eudora Welty is a lyrical composition highlighting the every day experiences Welty witnessed as a child which later helped shape her uniquely detailed writing style.

Unless you consider perilously suspended display lighting and clog-free guarantee toilets portals to romantic ambience, Lowe’s certainly is not the most date friendly place to be on a Friday night. But, alas, this past Friday Lowe’s is exactly where my

Closing my eyes, my ears swell with the methodic whirr and buzz of the cicadas in the trees. The steady plop, plop of condensing water from the air conditioner strikes the wooden deck with a sizzle like fatback on a