In mountain tradition, my Southern grandmother created free-flowing art that warmed her family on winter nights. She pieced scraps of twill, denim, corduroy, children’s outgrown clothes, men’s shirttails, worn-out dresses, and cotton sacking into the “memory gems” of life. Like her, I toss aside perfection for small, unpredictably shaped patterns. This blog is my verbal crazy quilt—the color and richness, my garden of perfect moments.
You’ll find my random world on the sidebar: Characters, Creatives, Humor, Places, Poems, Skipping through Gardens, Southern Crazy Quilt, Southern Women, and On Writers & Writing. If you’re a writer, scroll down the sidebar for helpful publishing links. To read tidbits on Southern lifestyle and culture, drop by the Random Storyteller Facebook Page.