In a land and time not far away, a Native American Queen lived by the name of Weetamooo. Her culture had survived thousands of years until disease and a religion sparked a movement that destroyed her world in just a few generations. As Weetamoe and her allies battled the English colonists, warriors captured a Puritan minister’s wife by […]
Mentoring a Creative Writing Class for weSPARK has been a remarkable experience for me, and I feel very blessed and honored to have met some wonderful people in this process.
Just a couple of tracks from Fugitive Blonde daze….
MY CRAZY HEART ON AMAZON MY CRAZY HEART ON PAYHIP
While growing up in the 60s in Columbus, Ohio, I didn’t talk to strangers about my dad, Glade Reeder, who was a policeman because they were being called “pigs” in my world, and I didn’t want to be known as the “pig’s daughter.” In my house, Dad would not even allow the word “cop.” He […]
Some days I’d rather not think about Roger. His absence will always be painful no matter how many years roll by, and when I see him in family footage, my body aches. But, our girls and I are determined to keep going because we are producing a documentary about him and it has to be done. Recently, I looked […]