by Pennie Nichols | May 18, 2024 | Essays, Family and Friends
The breezeway and creaking swing are long gone. I remember very few specific words exchanged over that slab of covered concrete. New birds fill the air with song, different crickets fuss at night, but the sanctity of those shared moments in the breezeway lingers.
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by Pennie Nichols | May 12, 2024 | Essays
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by Pennie Nichols | Apr 29, 2024 | Essays, Writing
I don’t identify as an inventor. I don’t invent the stories. I would argue that I’m an adventurer who sets out to find them.
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by Pennie Nichols | Apr 25, 2024 | Essays, Family and Friends
The determination of her son’s heart gave her four decades of story-telling joy. My heart is happy to be able to share the story again. And what joy to be able to stand even today on that same hill and remember a little red tractor, a box of tools, and a determined little boy.
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by Pennie Nichols | Apr 19, 2024 | Essays, Family and Friends
Every day is a miracle. Another thing we take for granted is the sheer wonder of this planet we’re on and all the random personal encounters, candy shops, international events, planetary collisions, physical injuries, dirt roads in rain storms, and land for sale that led us to where we sit today, writing these words, reading this blog. And beyond this moment, I know that my words and acts will inform and stitch connections for those yet to draw air.
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by Pennie Nichols | Apr 15, 2024 | Essays, Family and Friends
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