Eclectic Evelyn



Words like rain

Words from my soul don’t easily flow from this pen to this paper They swirl around in my head through my eyes, they drip like tears rain falling from the sky landing on leaves of paper finding a path down… Continue Reading →

Sunshine and a Wringer Washer

Isn’t it strange how sounds can take you back in time. Whenever I wash clothes and hear the sound of the washer agitating it takes me back through the generations of women in my family. I remember my grandmother, my… Continue Reading →

Mist Hangs Low in the Hollers

Sunday.  A rainy dreary winter Sunday here in Appalachia. The kind of day you just want to stay in bed. The kind of day that depression thrives on. You just want to pull your covers over your head and not… Continue Reading →

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