SheilaScribbles
my thoughts on life
I was 7 years, 3 months, and 9 days old when Rev. King was assassinated. To be honest, I have no memories concerning it. But I do know how his life and death impacted me. My generation focused on the phrase “not judged by the color of their skin”. We tried to embrace a combination of …
I have the pleasure of being born on New Year’s Eve. I haven’t always viewed it as a gift, but I do now. I celebrate my birthday with my family at lunch, and then everyone is free to celebrate New Year’s Eve as they choose that night. Having a New Year’s Eve birthday means I …
Fall is my favorite season. The leaves turn an impressive array of colors, the air gets crisp and cool in the evenings, and usually (here) the days are sunny and bright. We drink pumpkin spice lattes, change our wardrobes, and stop sweating. There’s something invigorating about it all. But then there is winter, and winter …
Once upon a time I moved to North Carolina knowing only my older brother. In a short amount of time I was able to find a church home where I met some people who would stay dear to my heart for over 30 years. One of those was a man named Art Peoples. Art was …