Rich: Pictures on the wall

Coffee cup in hand, I stopped at the window and took in the beauty of a Tennessee early morning.It was all so pretty and soothing, with a perfectly manicured yard, large trees, a blackboard fence, and horses grazing.I thanked the good Lord for the opportunity to see such a pretty sight.Turning to...

Rich: The beauty of Easter

Every Easter Sunday morning, my husband, Tink, doesn’t crawl out of bed to attend Sunrise Service.He jumps out of bed, dresses, then leans over to kiss me goodbye. “I’ll be back to get you for church,” he says softly.“Okay,” I mumble while pulling the covers up to my chin and going back to sleep.

Rich: The real world

A few years before singing star Glen Campbell was forced to give up his fabled career due to illness, I spent a couple of hours listening to his stories.Actually, I was the guest of his opening act, Grand Ole Opry star Roy Clark.

Rich: My regret

Fifteen years ago, I wrote a column that I came to regret as soon as it was published.Whenever I hear someone say proudly that he has no regrets in life, a string of regrets runs through my heart and quickly humbles me (‘umbles as we say in the mountains).What I wrote, hurt at least a couple of...

Rich: The South’s ways – Charlotte radio show

Excitedly, many years ago, I was a young girl who was a novice author, publishing with Penguin-Putnam, one of the world’s largest publishers.After a four-day auction, the book’s illustrations about the grace and hospitality of the South sold, and I was stupidly stunned to find myself on shows like...

Rich: Flowers on the wall

Several years ago, Tink was writing a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie. These are their most prestigious movies.

Rich: The joy of leisure

On summer days, our swimming hole stays pretty busy.

Rich: I called Mama

The weekend morning was close to becoming afternoon when I pulled myself out of bed and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.It seemed as if the entire house came to life. Tink came bopping down the stairs from his office, and the dogs eagerly joined us.

Rich: The beautiful sisters

When I was in junior high, I discovered three beautiful sisters in high school.

Rich: The dinner table

It’s just a memory now.And, perhaps I won’t recall it precisely because of the decades that have passed, but I will tell it as best I can.I was what people used to call a “late in life child,” so my siblings were much older.