Hi Everyone!

It’s a beautiful sunny day (albeit steamy in North Ala), and I just sent off a query to “Life: Beautiful” magazine.

I’ve got a good idea for a home article about correctly disposing of household paint, and I’ve spent a couple of hours trying to find a magazine who could use such article.

Any suggestions?

I may just book in on down to Barnes and Noble to get some ideas.

It’s not easy to break into the consumer magazine industry, but I’m working at it.

I’ll keep you updated.

The Town of Willoughby

The Town of Willoughby
By: Stephanie L. Robertson
June 15, 2018

wooden houses

This is the town of Willoughby.

Willoughby is a quaint little Alabama town, just east of the big river.

There are quaint houses and shops, there’s a little valley chapel and the children safely play outside until called in to dinner.

Willoughby is known for its charming little shops and eateries, and the Book Barista is the favorite meeting place for Willoughby’s eccentric locals.

Eccentric, I say, because behind the picturesque facades of the Willoughby cottages lie many, many odd little secrets.

Take the houses closest to the Willoughby Valley Chapel.

If you look closely enough, you’ll see that the addresses on the door are both labeled “No 3.”

wooden houses

Well, that doesn’t make sense, you may say.

Maybe not. But each house is owned by the Misses Cowl—Identical twins, old as the Willoughby hills, and they dress exactly the same. They are the second oldest Willoughbians. I say second, because old Mr. Rooney is ancient. But he’s a different story for a different day.

Anyway, the Misses Cowl—whom I honestly don’t know one from another—are the daughters of the High Mayor Phiscus Cowl who died in the late 80’s. Before he, ahem, passed, one of the Misses Cowl moved in the vacant house next door to her sister and the High Mayor.

Back then the addresses were different. Since odd numbers typically go on the left side of the street, I assume the house number used to be Number 1. I suspect the High Mayor had something to do with changing the number to Number 3.

It doesn’t quite seem logical, does it—to have to houses with the same address? But that is how it is. And I’m not sure how to explain the eccentricities of the Misses Cowl.
More stories to come, but now I shall take my afternoon nap.

Changing Over?

Hi Everyone!

I’ve got a question, and I’d like all my followers to weigh in.  Please.

Since I’ve got two blogs that I’ve been copying and pasting the same content, I’m thinking of using http://www.thewritesteph.com as a blog about my writing journey.  For my southern lifestyle blog, I want to use http://www.sweetgumlife.com

Your thoughts?

I mean, blogging actually is a social media venue, and your comments are important.  It’s a little like when I was a kid and had a pen pal.

Thanks for any input, and may God always bless you richly.



Summers on Grandma’s Farm

Hey, Everyone! How did you spend your summers?  I am re-posting Summers on Grandma’s Farm from July 2016.

Summers on Grandma’s Farm

A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.

A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.


Maywood Christian Camp

When I was a girl growing up in south Alabama, my parents would take my brother and I up to north Alabama to attend Maywood Christian Camp for a week, and then my dad’s parents would pick us up and take us to their farm for another week.

My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.

My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.


North Alabama is further from the Gulf of Mexico than my home town, thereby a lot less humid, which was nice!

I’m sure the first day back from camp was spent resting up, we would attend church on Sunday, and then the rest of the week was full of wide-open possibilities!

Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.

Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.

“Big” City

Grandma always took us into town, which is Russellville, Alabama, a much bigger town than what we were used to.

She would buy us each a toy at TWL, and we would go to a big grocery store.

Since my parents owned a general store in Jachin, we weren’t used to going grocery shopping, which was great fun! We loved to help pick snacks and sugary cereals that we would consume during the week.


Big Gray Barn

Then we would head back to our grandparents’ farm, and eventually end up playing in their great big gray barn, which was stocked with hay, spider webs, and so much dust.

Our parents would come and get us at the end of the week.  We were always so glad to see them and missed them so much!

We would go back home to our own piece of Alabama, which had an entirely different culture and it’s own rendition of an Alabama farm.

Our south Alabama farm.

Our south Alabama farm.