A new broom sweeps clean, but an old one …
“A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows the corners.”
LETTER TO THE EDITOR: Charting the seasons of our lives
The other night, I awoke from a deep sleep about 2:45 a.m.
Telling our worries and fears how big God is
I was reminded today of the verse in Psalm 30 and the last part of verse 5 that says, “Weeping may last through the night but joy comes in the morning.”
Picking memories from fields of cotton
My jaunts around the South take me past old haunts, a cotton gin now and then.
LETTER TO THE EDITOR: Tales of my brother, Richard DeLorme
Almost 75 years ago, my brother, Richard, was born to Cecil DeLorme and Angela “Angie” DeLorme of Dovesville on March 12, 1947.