As I tallied the sea of tiny numbers on my tax spreadsheets, I decided to search for some background music…
Articles by Helen Baldwin
Hello, March! Here in the North Carolina mountains, daffodils optimistically poke through the ground; impatient ones bloomed last week. Trees…
I have a gift inherited from my late musician mother. Simple melodies or complete orchestral scores, favorite old songs,…
In the fall of 1996, as my husband, Randy, battled a stressful job situation, our surprise pregnancy packed an additional…
“I haven’t had cancer since I was 11 months old!” our cheery granddaughter recently proclaimed. Clara turned 7 at the…
The Christmas spirit eluded me in 1997. Our baby Jeffrey, diagnosed with SMA that summer, had snagged his wings…
Last year, my brother and I plotted to round up our respective families for Thanksgiving. It was a daunting effort.
After high school graduation, I studied abroad through the American Institute for Foreign Study. Based in Oxford, England,…
I credit my mother for my affinity for (most) things hair-raising. She loved thrillers. While her vision allowed, she…
My husband, Randy, and I live in the North Carolina mountains. The New River State Park down the…