Truth

My husband, Jerry, perhaps because he’s an artist, has vivid dreams almost every single night. He can describe in detail, the color of clothing people are wearing, what their faces look like, and their…

I’ve been told that when we women talk, we spin webs. As a young wife and mother, I was terribly guilty of that. Chasing rabbits down various trails, I could turn what should have…

My granddaughter, Lucy, when first beginning to talk, tried to call me—a name my daughter thought I would like to be called—Amma Kimmie. The “Amma,” quickly lost in the speech of a one year…

Growing up during the Great Depression and living through World War II, my mom’s makeup was one of steel. I don’t think she qualified as a Steel Magnolia from the South like those women…

Jerry and I recently had the privilege of being invited to the book launch of She Reads Truth at the Franklin Theater. One reason this was so special is that one of the authors,…