Sunday, May 10, 2020



Hello friends, 

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to you All! 

I hope everyone is well and coping during this #COVID-19 pandemic.  I can only imagine some might not coping well with staying at home and kids being home schooled.  North Carolina has been under a stay-at-home order since April 6.  On April 7, I began working from home and I absolutely love it.  

Below I've attached four short video's of my sister's All County Chorus concert on March 6, with the junior high and high school students in Robeson County, North Carolina.  I apologize for the video not being of good quality; I was too far in the back of the church to get a good recording.  The recordings are from parents of the students.  However, the sound quality is good.  After the concert, the parents and family members who attended were so proud of their kids.  I was very proud of them all; the dedicated music teachers and the students.  The teachers and students spent three whole days practicing an average of eight hours each day to prepare for this concert.  The instruments were played by the music teachers.  My sister is playing the flute in the first video and the music director is actually retired.  She volunteered her time because of her love of working with the students and music.  This was the first time I had the opportunity to attend my sister's concerts.  Sadly, that evening would be the last gathering for the public schools in my county.  The public schools closed the following week and it would the last time I would see my sister for over two months.  
It never occurred to me until I started writing this blog; teachers are a lot like mothers.  Female teachers that is; the men would be like fathers.  Teachers are dedicated, they nurture their students, teach them, guide them and open their minds to a world of possibilities.  Mothers are special and so are teachers.    

During this pandemic, I've come to appreciate what I do have.  A loving and healthy family, caring and protective parents, and a  supportive husband, just to name a few.  Most importantly, I got to visit with my sister and spend another Mother's Day with my mother.  I have promised my mom as soon as it is safe to travel; I'm taking her on a shopping trip of her choice.  I'm crossing my fingers she chooses Myrtle Beach, SC.  I'm ready for a day trip.  

So Happy Mother's Day to you all; I hope you enjoy the videos! 


Junior High Students 



Junior & High School Students 


Junior High Students 

Junior High Students 

Tuesday, December 31, 2019





HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

I hope you had a wonderful and blessed holiday.  As I work on this post, I am taking down my Christmas decorations and starting on my cleaning chores before New Year's Day.  Does anyone follow that tradition anymore, a clean home and all the laundry done and put away before New Year's?  

I grew up following that tradition and I still do.  As I began to clean, purge and organize my home, I reflected on the events in my life this past year. Disappointments, worry and extreme stress for over nine months of uncertainty if I would still have a job with my employer by the of the year.  

Through it all, I focused on one goal at a time beginning with:  remaining positive. Every couple of days I added another goal.  Remaining positive and to count my blessings: a supportive family, all my needs were being met and coffee! The next day or so, I would add another goal: remain positive, count my blessings and continue writing. 

Sometimes it's not easy to stay positive.  Life seems to pick the right moment when we least expect it to throw lemons at us and they hurt!  

End of July my youngest son wrecked driving to work in a thunderstorm and he flip his car three times. It's a miracle his only injuries were a concussion.  September 30th, my husband (and avid deer hunter fell 15-foot face forward out of a tree stand and literally busted his nose open.  It was a blessing in disguise my son was with him and drove him to the hospital.  He was out of work for ten days, without pay.  The grace of God carried us through; we didn't go lacking for anything.  October 3rd, our water well starting producing sandy water resulting in us using bottled water to drink and cook.  Hubby goes back to work and his job is on seven days.  By the time he gets a day off the end of October, it's freezing here in southern North Carolina.  I was a little girl the last time I remember frost on the ground before Halloween!  So hubby tries to work on our water pump, it's freezing and it will not prime, resulting in no water and us having to go to my mom and dad's to shower.  We were looking at having to replace the entire water pump, $600.00.  Still each day I'm continuing adding a goal.  By this time it was; stay positive, no matter what stay positive, count my blessings, enjoy my coffee and God is going to bring us through!  The next day, my dad came to help hubby and they discovered a pipe in the ground broke; a $20.00 fix.  Thank God!  
The point of me writing about all this is not to seek pity; the exact opposite.  We all go through trials and disappointments, some more and worse compared to others.  During these hard times, we have to continue to look up.  If you're looking down, you can't see where you are going, can you? If you're looking down, chances are you will miss opportunities when you least expect it.

Let's start the New Year by counting our blessings, staying positive through the storms in our life and looking up! 

Happy New Year! 

~ Rebecca








Monday, November 11, 2019


Today is a special day for all those who are serving and have served in the U.S. Military.  Today is Veteran's Day.

Today, I want to say, 'Thank You' from the bottom of my heart for your courage to want to serve our country and to continue to keep us free.  
Thank you for having the strength to leave your family and loved ones behind to venture into the unknown for an indefinite length of time.   
Thank you for having the determination to stand strong when things got rough while you were on foreign soil.  
Thank you for sucking it up when you were away from your family and home during the holidays, time and time again.  
Thank you for the countless hours you still marched on without any sleep.  
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart and know that each night all the men and women serving in the U.S. Military, no matter where you are, are in my prayers for God to guide you and to keep you safe.  

Today is Veteran's Day and I salute you!  

Saturday, September 7, 2019

Matthew 17:20 New International Version (NIV)

20 He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

Hi everyone, I started this blog the Forth of July.  I didn't finish it because I got called outside for some reason or another and it was forgotten about.  Between working a full-time job, home, finding time to write and finding time to go to the gym I often get discouraged.  It would be so easy for me to quit, to give up, and then I'm reminded of the verse.  

Faith...
On the Fourth of July, I pondered on the founding fathers; the authors of the United States of America Constitution. To believe in something greater than their own self and to create something that still exists today is magnificent.
There is no doubt in my mind, they had the faith of a mustard seed. 

Faith...

Anytime one steps out on new territory is a frightening concept.  Yet, many have stepped out on faith to start a new business, changed careers, go back to college after the kids start school or when their kids are out of the nest.  And some decide to follow their dream.  Sometimes, I believe having a grain of faith the size of a mustard seed, keeps the drive alive inside us.  Waking in the wee hours of the morning to jot down a scene idea on a current work-in-progress manuscript, getting a jump start on our day, when we have so much to do we feel dizzy and to enjoy a cup of coffee while we meditate on God's word is all fueled on faith.  Faith that one day, all the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place for our dream to become a reality. 

Faith...

Anything worth pursuing is never easy, in fact, it is a never-ending, frustrating, non-stop, get-in-your face turn of events.  There will be roadblocks, you will discover your adversaries, and not to mention financial dilemmas.  With faith also comes trust.  Trusting in the Lord and yourself.  Yes, yourself.  No matter what, 'Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct they paths. Proverbs 3: 5-6

When things go wrong, not according to plan, the key, I've discovered is to stay calm.  You can't think clearly if you're fuming and angry.  For example, mid-July I attended a writer's conference in Crystal City, VA.  On the drive home, somewhere around Fredericksburg, VA, traffic came to a halt.  For forty-five minutes I crept along I-95 S at a crawl.  Instead of getting upset, (I wanted to get home before dusk), I pulled out my notepad and made notes for the current manuscript I'm working on.  Will I use them?  Probably, probably not.  However, what's important is I stayed calm and focused on thoughts and ideas for my characters instead of the six lanes of bogged traffic at a standstill.  And yes, I did arrive home right before dusk.   

Here are some photo's I hope you enjoy!


Field of Flags - U.S. Army Airborne & Special Operations Museum, Fayetteville, NC




The Angel Oak Tree - This summer I finally got to visit the Angel Oak Tree.  It's even more spectacular in person!



Arlington National Cemetary ~ John F. Kennedy & Jacqueline Kennedy's Grave.  As I ascended the steps to their grave I had chill across my shoulders.






 Changing of the guard at the Unknown Solider's Tomb.  Words can't describe the emotion as I watched the changing of the guards.  The smooth, and precise movements was an honor to witness.



Arlington National Cemetary ~ Riding the tour bus, my thoughts were with the families of the loved one's buried here.  The sacrifice, these men women gave to keep us free in the US brought tears to my eyes. 


Wednesday, May 15, 2019



Hello Friends,

I've written a short story I would like to share with you.  The idea came to me one warm, sunny afternoon in a coffee shop during my lunch break while I enjoyed a nice cup of ice coffee.  I do love ice coffee, even in the winter time.  I hope you enjoy and please, feel free to drop me a line a let me know if you enjoyed it or not.
Thanks for reading my blog!





  A TIME FOR ALL THINGS

            “Hi, Granny.”  Melinda Jacobs called out when she opened her car door with all the energy she could muster.  It was only Wednesday and she were already tired to the bone from working long hours at a demanding job.  The more long hours she worked the further behind she became in her house chores and her pursuing her love of writing.  “I apologize I wasn’t able to come by Sunday.  I had to work.”
            “Hey Puddin.”  Melinda’s seventy-eight-year-old grandmother answered coming towards her.  “I hate you missed it.  I cooked your favorite and a pecan pie too.”
            Granny called all her grandchildren Puddin’.  It were a custom in her culture all grandkids had nicknames with no indication of their favorite food, drink, sports or etcetera.  The tradition is suspected to have begun before the Civil War to prevent the Confederate Soldiers from drafting young boys to work on the fort down on the coast.  The county census held the child’s birth name.  The prevention of revealing who the boys really were remained in only the use of their nicknames. 
            “Did you save me a slice?”  Melinda stooped down gave her grandmother a hung.
            “Honey chil’ you know I did.  I baked two pies.”  Granny smiled and winked.  “I hid one in the pie safe when your mother said you couldn’t come.”  Granny turned to walk back to her flower garden of roses.
            “Thank you, Granny.”  Melinda wrapped her arm around her Grandmother’s shoulder, taking slow steps as they walked together.  “Your roses are looking great this year Granny.  Have you done anything special to them?”
            “No.  Not really.  Just some loving care here and there.”  Granny leaned down to smell a perfect bold, red bloom of a rose called, Hoochie Coochie.  “Tell me about your new job, Puddin?”
            “Not much to tell Granny. It’s corporate America.  I work when they say work or I don’t have a job.”  Melinda hunched her shoulders.  “The pay and benefits are good, however, the hours are not.”
            “That’s not good.  What about the Lord’s day?” Granny moved to the next rose bush and began to inspect the leaves and the blooms.
            “Work doesn’t begin on Sunday’s until 4 pm.  That’s why I didn’t come Sunday.  I would have been late for work if I had driven here and tried to drive back.”
            Granny nodded her head.  “I understand Puddin.  There have been many times in my life were I’ve questioned why things were done the way they were.”  Granny reached inside her handmade apron, retrieved a pair of tiny scissors and cut a closed bud of a pink rose.  With wrinkled, knotted fingers from years of hard manual labor, she cut the thorns from the flower stem.  “I know times have changed for you young folks Puddin.  I know its harder now than ever to make ends meet.  Always remember one thing is for sure.  There is a time and place for all things. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven, #Ecclesiastes 3:1.   Don’t ever forget the Lord God, the Sabbath and always keep His day holy.  You may have to work on the Lord’s Day.  That doesn’t mean you can’t still get down on your knees and thank God for what you do have.” 
Granny motioned for Melinda to come closer to her.  Granny reached up and placed the rose behind her ear.  “Now, that’s a fine rose for my fine looking granddaughter.”  Granny turned toward the back door of her humble home.  “Come on Puddin’.  You look pale underneath your eyes.  I bet you haven’t had a decent mouthful to eat since you started working.”  Granny stopped and turned back to Melinda.  “Come on now, times a wasting.” 
            “Coming, Granny.”  Melinda forced her tired limbs to move.  Granny was right.  No matter what, she would continue to praise God.  For it was God who woke her every morning, gave her a job to go to, kept a roof over her head, shoes on her feet, clothes on her back and food on her table. If not for God, she didn’t know where she would be.  

Tuesday, January 1, 2019




HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

#HappyNewYear from me to you!  Where has the year gone?  One day I was taking photos for my Memorial Day post and the next thing I know it's #2019! 

I am compelled to explain my absence from my blog and all my social media in the past seven months.  For the ones who have read my first book, 'A Sister's Love', the main character Flo moves to New York City to take care of her niece and nephew.  While there, she takes interest in the well-being of a teenage boy, Daniel.  This past summer, I got the opportunity to experience opening my home and my heart to a teenager and an infant.  Talk about a major life change!  Although, my youngest son is 19 the mother instinct kicked right in gear whenever the little one woke in the middle of the night.  I never grumbled when I woke to fetch a bottle, changed a diaper, nor rocked the baby and myself back to sleep at 2 am.  My attitude has been I'm blessed to have had the opportunity God has given me.  Too often we get caught up in being inconvenienced, we overlook the opportunity that God is preparing us for a blessing. 

Although there were times, I chastised myself for not finding the time to write and/or blog, I now understand God had a bigger plan that included life lessons for me.  The past couple of years, I have been so consumed with studying the craft of writing and trying to learn what potential literary agents would be interested in reading in my manuscripts, I lost focus on what was more important: my love for writing and telling my stories.  So what if I don't properly introduce the hero and heroine on the first page?  What's the big deal about showing instead of telling and so what if my characters don't have a concise goal-motivated-conflict?  The way I write (my voice) is totally different from all other authors and rightly it should be.  My focus for the upcoming year is to complete to manuscripts I've been working on and to continue to ask God for guidance in all that I do.  He hasn't failed me yet. 

In spite of my once routine life getting all shook up, I had the opportunity to speak with a lady from my hometown, Becky Barfield who sings in a gospel group, FOREVER CHANGED.  Based out of Lexington, SC, the members of Forever Changed are from Lexington, SC; Woodruff, SC, and as far away as Pigeon Forge, TN.

Sharing God's love through music, Becky told me about visiting a church and after the singing, a man walked up and introduced himself, 'my name is Jimmy'.  Becky described how the wife broke down in tears.  Jimmy had dementia and he hadn't known his name in a very, long time.

On other instances, Becky recounted how visitors would introduce themselves after the singing and express how they felt close to their loved ones who had passed.

As I drove home from my church the last time Forever Changed visited, I reflected on the message I received from their song worship and I were reminded of this Bible verse: 
          1 Corinthians 2:12 Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of                                           God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God. 



Until next time, I wish everyone a blessed Happy New Year and a wonderful week! 













   

Monday, May 28, 2018

MEMORIAL DAY


    Today we observe #Memorial#Day.  For some, today is recognized as a #Federal holiday; a day off from work with pay.  Others associate today as a time to prepare their pools for the summer, time to plan their summer vacation to the beach, time to get their boats and fishing gear ready and time to fire up the grills.  
     For many others, today will be a day for them to grieve, to hang on to the good memories they still have and mourn the loss of their loved ones who served in the US Military.  


     Umbrella in hand and my camera, I visited a local cemetery near my home where my ancestors are buried.  I walked amongst the tombstones in the misting rain with mixed emotions of sadness, gratitude, and admiration.  

    As I walked along the graveyard searching for the tombstones with small flags saturated from the rain I wondered what the soldiers' lives were like growing up.  Were they from a large farming family or were any of them orphaned?   Did they get to finish high school?  Did they leave a sweetheart behind?  So many unanswered questions and a part of history we will not ever know. 

     Visiting the graves of the soldiers, I just didn't take a photo and rush on.  I patiently took my time and lingered for a few moments.  Some more than others because I had to clean off the nameplates on the ground.  (Trees and mother nature hasn't been kind to some).  I took time to read their name, read their birthdates, death dates and then I 'Thanked them' (by name) for their service, for their belief in our nation, for their courage, for their strength to leave their families behind to serve their country, for their integrity, for their never-ending bravery, and for their sacrifice to keep us free.  



     I wondered what it was like for these young men to go away from home to a new a strange environment.  Did their parents approve?  Or how many didn't have a father, just a mother, and siblings?  It had to have been very difficult and I'm sure the color of their skin and their deep, old-Oxford-Dutch dialogue caused them to be center of attention when they first arrived for basic training.  (If you're wondering - the soldiers are all Native American from the Lumbee (North Carolina Tribe.) 


Today, I took time from my way overdue chores, from my manuscript to visit and pay my respects to my ancestors at the family cemetery on Memorial Day.  This is something I used to do with my grandparents when I was a child.  They didn't wait until Memorial Day or any other special holiday, they went when the notion struck.  As I remember, it was at least once a month.  
     This last photo is of my maternal uncle's grave.  I visited his grave last.  I stood on the small brick retaining wall surrounding the family plot and thanked my Uncle for his service to our country.  
     As I drove home, I wondered how many others would visit the graves of our soldiers today?   







     

Hello friends,  HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to you All!  I hope everyone is well and coping during this #COVID-19 pandemic.  I can only ima...