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She was born in Birmingham, Alabama on September 21, 1941 and christened Patricia Neal. From the age of six she dreamed of becoming a writer, but the goal seemed unattainable. Patricia spent her school years and much of her adult life as an undiagnosed dyslexic. Words came easy. Getting them on paper was extremely difficult. During her early teens, Patricia discovered another outlet for that

First things first, I need your help! I'm having a hard time getting my Facebook friends to take me seriously and it's putting their very social media lives on the line. I don't know what to do about it. I thought I'd mention this to y'all here on the blogosphere and see if y'all have any suggestions. It started when I noticed that many, many, many people

One of my good friends has a child who was a hustler from birth! Lukey disappears for months at a time, and then he’ll resurface with his latest scheme. Last week one of my friend’s neighbors came back from vacationing in Washington, telling how they’d run across Lukey right there in the big city. His poor parents like to have keeled over and bought

Don was born in Clio Alabama on April 2nd, 1945. This future baseball hall of fame pitcher had a bit of trouble getting signed straight out of high school, but he was eventually picked up by the Sioux Falls Packers where he spent several seasons as a minor leaguer. At the age of twenty-one, Don signed with the Los Angeles Dodgers. It was 1966 and

I was visiting with the Good Judge yesterday. We’d finished our business at the drugstore and were leaning against his car catching up on the latest when Georgia Hathcock and Sue Ellen Binder wheeled in and parked on both sides of us. The Judge raised his eyebrows at me and grinned at me. “Stop it,” I said. “Don’t you go making matters worse, you old

Many of you will remember that this past spring my small town was  living under the threat of a main levee break, even as water flooded over an older levee that protected a number of area farms. I wrote about it here.   Sunday evening we drove out to see the damage firsthand from where the old levee gave way as work is to begin this week on filling

Hey y'all-- I recently joined Goodreads and I'm trying to find my way around that community to visit with readers whenever I can manage to grab a spare second-- but I'm treading lightly, yes I am.  See, I recieved one of those interesting autoresponder "author not to-do email" when I signed up (apparently they've had authors who stalk the poor readers-- hence the need for the rules, which makes