I was thinking about that storm, Beanie. You remember, don’t you? The famous storm that brought that huge old cypress down on McMillan’s barn, way up at the head of the lake. I’m sure you were there, even though I don’t know as I saw you. Anyway, for some reason I’ve been thinking about it…
“The earth will take care of my body, and the Lord will take care of my soul.” I was a rarity. That’s what Jack called me. A rarity. “Momma, where are you going? Can I come with you?” “No, Itsy, you need to stay home. I’m taking a Momma break.” Itsy hated it when I…
The room was dim except for the thin bar of light above Nanna’s bed. Somewhere beside her, a machine hummed and clicked. Beanie, are you here? “I’m right here, Nanna.” Are you writing this down? I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to remember it all again. “I’m writing down every word you say,…
The road to paradise was narrow, dangerous, and impossible to resist. Now, the road leading to the lake was steep and narrow, winding and twisting with hairpin turns on one side and cliffs dropping straight down into the deepest parts of the lake on the other. It was a dangerous road, the sort of road…
A quiet summer morning, a hidden channel, and the first steps toward something Adeline never expected. As you get close to the lake, you can smell it. The scent of sun-drenched pine rides in on the breeze, mixed with the musk of warm earth and green things growing. Then the sunshine streams through the dense…
A story born from lake summers, dark woods, and the quiet power of believing in what we cannot always see. Some stories begin long before they are written. Adeline grew from the wonder I carried with me as a child: lazy summer days at the cabin on the lake, woods waiting to be explored, night…