In her excitement Claire St. James checked her list one more time. This was her first commissioned assignment for a major travel magazine, and she wanted to be sure she had packed everything she would possibly need. She had submitted hundreds of local travel pieces and stories to magazines and websites around the country, and … Continue reading South Louisiana Charm
Author: Alma Wallace Fenter
As far back as I can remember, I loved talking and telling my stories. One of my fondest memories is a squirrel hunting expedition with my grandfather when I was four years old. I chattered away, until he told me, "Baby Cricket, you've got to be quiet. The squirrels can hear you." I sat silent for about 30 seconds, then said, "Oh, PaPaw, let me talk." I still tell stories now; I just write them out instead of talking them out. Well, according to my husband, I still talk them out -- a lot. So many more things to write about since I was four years old. Marriage, children, homes, jobs, grandchildren, all kinds of people. I love people!
The Ozark mountains were cold and clear that night, the moon bright. Jill sat quietly in a folding chair facing the campfire, watching the marshmallow turn brown on the end of a twig. Her husband, Bret, sat beside her, laughing at something one of their friends said. She didn’t catch the joke. She couldn’t even … Continue reading Edge of Memory
I was standing at my office window, looking out at the beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly, a breeze blowing gently, the neighbor’s for sale sign swaying slowly. I was holding my coffee cup in my hands, my mind silently drifting. Suddenly my heart wrenching. This was a day I should be sitting, sipping … Continue reading Lord, Thank You for Sharing Your Friend
For so many years I waited to become a mom. In my younger years, it was an extension of playing house, just for the excitement of holding a tiny hand in mine and doing all things first mom’s do. So it finally happened in late July 1969, a precious baby boy, weighing in at … Continue reading Mother’s Day Tribute
Carrie sat against the seawall, her knees drawn up tightly to her chest, looking across the bay waters to the Island. The foam of the first waves of high tide tickled her bare toes. She loved the feel of the water as it came to shore and then retreated into itself again as … Continue reading What Lies Across the Ocean
Alma Wallace Fenter 