The following is an essay written by Stelmo Stepp, 16-year-old sophomore at Upperman High School, Baxter, Tennessee. She won a county-wide high school contest with her thoughts. Her mom’s note: This is Stelmo’s essay on diversity. They were told not to write about race or disability, rather another form of diversity they see in theirContinue reading “Diversity”
Today I leave Knoxville at 12:05 pm and arrive in Nairobi at 9:20 pm Thursday. Doubly excited (if possible) because with the help of my friend, Dee White, I am going to be able to visit the Mara Hyena Research Project camp where she volunteers during the summer each year. WOW! Below is an articleContinue reading “Connections!!”
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” Continue reading “Return”
Today I am living life to it fullest. I spent time in bed with fresh coffee and the day’s newspaper. I pulled weeds at a leisurely pace in the warm sun. I clucked over and watered my zinnias and plants of tomatoes and potential broccoli. I lost a game of Scrabble online to a veryContinue reading “Life at it fullest”
What do you know of yourself?
.Hmmmm….writing seems to be just beyond my grasp.And now the beach is calling me. Maybe some sun and sea will set me straight. Carpe diem. Peace Love
My pc has been broken for over a month now. As silly as it must sound in this day of laptops and tablets and ipads, I have a difficult time using anything but a PC when writing, making changes, etc. So enjoy the peace and quiet for I will be back! Until then, Carpe diem!!!
This is the last photograph of my immediate family. It was made in May of 2001. My brother Lee, on the left was up from Austell, Georgia, and Larry, next to him, came by from Kodak. Our dad and mother and I lived together at the time. As happens, after documenting our group in early years,Continue reading “Last Memories”
Who would have thunk it? My new part-time job is babysitting with a curly-headed, energetic 13 month old precious Baby Boy. My children were born in the 60s and my grandchildren in the 90s and the year 2000. Since then most of my exposure to little ones has been oohing over the grandbabies of friends.Continue reading “Baby & Me”
Atlantic Avenue is a song written by RB Morris local poet, songwriter and performer. Atlantic Avenue is a street in North Knoxville (not to be confused with Historic Old North Knoxville) where he lived several times. RB does a good job of describing the familiar, often the scruffy, of our city–streets, venues, people–in both his songsContinue reading “Atlantic Avenue”