Our local travel group from Tennessee visited picturesque France in November of this year. We were divided into two groups and the tour buses took us across the countryside. Thirty seven of us were assigned to the group one bus. We had knowledgeable tour leaders, an energetic tour manager, and a skilled driver. Our tour …
Our local travel group of nearly 75 excited voyagers went on a rendezvous to France this fall. Because of the number of people, we were divided into two groups to allow us to have a magnificent experience. Our group of 37 was group one. We met group two in passing and at our farewell dinner. …
When I was a teenager, I dreamed of going to Paris. My high school French teacher, Ms. Eleanor Gandy, was patient as her class of poor and low-income teenagers struggled to understand the language and pronounce the poetic sounding words that flowed into one another. Just hearing the tender and exotic language made us swoon …
On Veteran’s Day this year, I was in France with a local travel group. We spent 12 days touring the country. On the second day, we visited Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial. It was a sombering experience. My late Dad and three brothers were veterans, and I am a veteran. Many people do not know …
I grew up in the segregated South. Dad served during WWII but was not able to vote until President Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act of 1965. It was a tough place for Black people, but it was our home. We lived in the segregated part of town and lived under racist man-made Jim Crow …
On September 16, of this year, God called home our loved one, George Hewlett lll, a brilliant musician, artist, and singer. He was our eldest sibling. When I wrote about our family’s journey out of poverty in my first book, “The Tangled Web,” the first chapter is entitled “Where’s Tippy?” in honor of him. George …
My older siblings were my rock. I was proud to be their little sister and tried to emulate them. I was the youngest of five, three boys and two girls. Our ages spanned across 10 years. We lived with our parents in a loving family. We lived in abject poverty but felt we were the …
I was a single parent for twenty three years before I re-married. MaDear and Dad taught me how to be a parent. I invested in my children and tried to be an example for them. Along the way, my daughters married and I gained son in loves. You never know who will enter your life …
Even with parents to guide me, I still made many mistakes and made poor choices along life’s journey. I was still finding my way. The road out of poverty seemed too long. I took some shortcuts and hidden roads. These roads were leading me down the wrong path. I received spiritual spankings and got back …
According to World Population Review, poverty is universally defined as not having enough income to meet basic needs. This extends beyond just not having enough money for a new vehicle, smartphone, or to take a vacation. Instead, people that live in poverty struggle to keep a roof over their heads, put food on the table, …