Across the Ridge

Step back in time to a day when the world pauses to the strum of a guitar, the plaintive melody of a bluegrass ballad, the clack of spoons,

By Regina Garson The other day, I cut into my first watermelon of the season. I totally love watermelon. I mean love, love, love watermelon and it really

A haiku by Regina Pickett Garson

If you’ve ever waded into the ocean and suddenly realized that the shore was getting farther away, you may have encountered a rip current.

One day, you wake up and you are no longer as able or as fast, or anything else as you used to be. When an accident put me