Brenda Cobb Murphy

Oh man, there was big drama going on at the post office this morning. I was waiting in the usual Monday morning line when the twenty-something guy in front …

I stand with bated breath as my siblings and I cluster around an old CD boombox I’ve scrounged out of the closet. What we’re about to hear lasts only …

As I walked in the cemetery yesterday (I love its peacefulness, park-like beauty, and paved roads) I decided that I was going to walk the whole outer perimeter first. …

Sometimes it’s easy to believe the illusion. The bench I’m sitting on is surrounded by a quaint, story-book town and in the distance a castle silhouettes the sky. Anything …

  I couldn’t resist getting my picture with the old, red outhouse (complete with moon door!) in spite of the potential copperheads. That picture currently sits on my dresser …