November was sunny, yet chilly. The unmistakable scent of Thanksgiving wafted through Aunt Vickie’s home. As soon as one walked through the door, the fresh scent of welcome and hospitality met you. A few things had changed over the years, and yet they held an air of unfamiliarity since this was the first Thanksgiving done ...

Years had collected into decades before Zach and Gina returned to their parents’ unfinished basement. The constant smell of mildew had kept them away during countless visits home. Once a refuge for friends, it now served as a time capsule. A chocolate-colored shag rug segmented the area as a rec room. Two ancient, faded plaid ...

In 1990, Halloween’s enchanting spell Cast its magic over our Southern communityLike a sweet-smelling mist that fills the air, and makes your heart beat fast with pure delight. My sister dresses as a black cat, no surprise,While I take on the role of Madonna, The Material Girl, herself My golden hair in waves, lacy black gloves in placeI ...

A poem to celebrate the changing of the seasons!

A new spring is about to startTen lost winters have weathered my heartAnd mud-larks still sing until dark Bridges of dreams were crossedThe ocean and river spannedWaters of love found Our true love ran deepCascading over hidden rocksAnd sharp stones were softened by sand The winds of time shreddedOur threadbare sailsAnd replaced the canvas sheetsWith ...

There is an old cigar shop on the edge of Cedar Hill Park with boarded windows and doors on the side near the crest. The passersby complain about the eyesore, though the house is unsure of how they or it know about the old cigar shop without signage. Inside the house, the people’s furniture and ...

I have a mug with a Christmas scene painted on it.  The mug has a picture of a little house, the outside decorated with lights, and snow falling all around the tiny house.  I’ve always wondered what would be going on inside that house—what scene I would see if I were to peer through the ...

You are the 80s You are the nostalgia of a Saturday morning Eating CoCo Wheats with toast When I picture the 80s, I see a vision of you Not Molly Ringwald Just you   From the ‘do To the acid-washed jeans All I remember is your smile Still, the same as it’s always been Sweet, ...

When you’re a kid, you don’t consider the profound effect certain things will have on your life. You don’t analyze how a television show might make you feel 20 years down the road. You don’t even appreciate the overall message of certain things. As a kid, you just know what you like and that you ...

Read part one. I flip the hourglass to see time reverse. Before my eyes, I watch time passing. It is reversing back into the moments I cherished the most. I see them. I watch everything go by. Is this how they really were?  Nostalgia can play tricks on you. Rose-colored lenses are blinding. I watch, ...