A guest blog by Kaye Wilkinson Barley.
Kaye lives with Don, her husband of 38 years,
Used as a singular phrase meaning 'rubbish, nonsense,' this expression was first recorded in an 1827 issue of the British newspaper The Times.
A guest blog by Kaye Wilkinson Barley.
A friend sent this to me several years ago with a note of congratulations when I had my very first essay accepted for publication in a regional anthology.
Variation on a Theme by King David
-- L. B. Thompson
Kaye is the author, and co-photographer with husband Don, of the new photo essay book Carousels of Paris. Kaye and Don are also co-authors/co-photographers of the book My Name is Harley and This is My Story, a photobook written by Harley about his life in the North Carolina mountains, his travels and escapades with his Mom and Dad.
Kaye was a contributor to Blood on the Bayou, the (Anthony award-winning) Bouchercon Anthology 2016, as well as three regional Western North Carolina anthologies: Clothes Lines, Women's Spaces Women's Places, and It's All Relative.