by Marguerite Williams | Jan 7, 2018
In My Own Words An Old Man and His Fort A few years ago, we were lucky enough to travel several times to the United Arab Emirates, where Bill had work that he loved in the medical system there. Our travel to the UAE taught us so much – mostly how much there is to... by Marguerite Williams | Dec 31, 2017
In My Own Words One Window on the World This is one of my windows on the world. You can just see the watery blue of the winter sky and the spare beauty of leafless branches of nearby trees. The play of light and shadow reminds me that the sun is shining after several... by Marguerite Williams | Dec 12, 2017
In My Own Words Colored Water My father loved his parents. His father, Gus Oldham, was a strict disciplinarian, a mostly unsmiling man, who communicated his affection through small gestures. His mother, Angeline Oldham, was from the Cajun country of east Texas and she... by Marguerite Williams | Nov 30, 2017
In My Own Words A Thief in the Night Today would have been my mother’s 96th birthday. She died three years ago. My mother, a good person who loved her family, her friends, her church, her life, was robbed of all of it by Alzheimer’s Disease. And we were robbed of her.... by Marguerite Williams | Nov 10, 2017
In My Own Words Remembering Jon As the season turns to fall, I find myself thinking of my friend and writing partner, Jon. We both loved the change of seasons afforded us in North Carolina. Jon fancied himself as the 21st century Peter Pan. He said he was never going...