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Ambling Through Blairsville and Playing Mahjong with New Friends

One of my favorite parts of RV travel is going into small towns along the way to see what life is like there. I don’t mean it to sound like I perceive other places as somehow foreign in an Earthling versus Alien kind of way, but I like to see what everyday is like for those who live in places other than where I live. I like to see their favorite places to eat, their shops, their town squares, their Walmarts, and their libraries. I like to experience a day in the place of others whose shoes I can share for even just a day.

During a recent trip to North Georgia, we spent a little time in Blairsville. Our first stop was the county library, where we checked out the book collections and programs and also asked about where the locals like to eat. The Union County Library has a Dolly Parton display and a plant swap going on right now, and when I go to other libraries around our state, I feel sad for our small library without the resources that others have.

We got several restaurant recommendations, including Belly Pizza and Hole in the Wall. At Belly Pizza, we had a supreme pizza and ordered a large so we’d have leftovers for the next day (we are “lazy” campers who prefer microwave leftovers to cookouts). We also ordered a Catalina Wine Mixer salad, which had baby spinach, red grapes, Kalamata olives, red onion, roasted tomato, sunflower seeds, feta cheese, Catalina vineyard dressing, pepperoncini peppers, and…..ta daaaaa…. pepper drops, also known as Biquinho peppers. In all my life, I have never had these, and they were fabulously flavorful. They’re the red bulb-looking peppers in the photo below. They’re a full taste explosion, popping like a firm grape and tasting like a cross between a sweet tomato and a soft bell pepper.

We also ducked into a gelato and chocolate shop for a sweet treat. The lemon gelato was delicious with a. sugar cookie crumble topping, and the chocolates looked good, too, but we stopped at one small sweet treat and resisted the urge to splurge worse.

I also made some new friends in Blairsville, too. Debbie Lynn, a fellow blogger from Texas, shared with me recently that Mahjong groups are generally welcoming of outsiders, and so I reached out to the leader of a group that plays on Wednesdays and joined them. I’m so glad I did! It was nice to see all the lovely tablescapes and meet new friends along the way! This group charges $3 to play for the afternoon, and from their monthly earnings, they pay part of the proceeds to their clubhouse for utilities and dues, and part to a charity. When Dolly Parton died, they played the 9-2-5 Mahjong cards and sent the contributions to the Imagination Library. I’m learning a lot about how a brain-stimulating game can connect people and help organizations.

My Favorite Neighborhood

consecutive run

no jokers allowed in pairs

still, a winning line!

Whether we are at home in our own small town or off exploring in other places around our great state or nation, it’s a warm feeling to belong and feel welcome. For this week, I’m back with my own neighborhood Mahjong group, reading with my dogs nuzzled beside me, and dreading the dentist visit today at 11:00…….I love clean teeth, but I hate the scraping.

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September Camping at Vogel State Park in Georgia

Camping at Vogel State Park

camping at Vogel

mountain air resetting pace

allowing deep rest

Last week, we camped on the side of a mountain where a stream ran behind our campsite and gurgled with all the relaxing sounds of water. Morning temperatures were in the 60s, and the cell phone signals and wifi weakness made streaming movies and scrolling social media all but impossible.

It was absolutely wonderful, too!

Thank goodness I had hard copies of books and downloads on my Kindle. I was more “in the moment” walking dogs, sitting fireside for chats, and being tuned in to my surroundings. I’d learned the previous week how to play solo Mahjong from a new friend named Kristy, a fellow retired teacher one county north, so I practiced making hands on the 2026 card. I’d also thought to bring watercolor paints along in case an unplanned stroke of creativity came over me (it didn’t).

I’m already missing the mountains. It has peace you can breathe, and when the air gets much cooler, there’s a size XXL outdoor fireplace under a covered pavilion with tables for games or lunch, and sturdy, ample-seated rocking chairs that overlook the lake, perfect for reading or sipping coffee. A breeze wafts through the space. We sat and breathed for a while before driving up Blood Mountain to Neel Gap to visit the hiking store.

And at the end of the day, we roasted marshmallows just like when we were kids…..and slept with the windows open in all the clean night air.

At the top of Blood Mountain at Neel Gap

I’m ready to go back!

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September 2026 Open Write Day 4 of 4

Today’s host of the final day of the September 2026 Open Write at www.ethicalela.com is Leilya Pitre, who writes: In Louisiana, we often use the word lagniappe, meaning “a little something extra.” It is an unexpected gift offered in generosity. Today, I welcome you to a little lagniappe: one more space for conversation, reflection, encouragement, or an unexpected poem.

Leilya invites writers to look back or look forward and suggests considering a Gogyohka. She explains: Developed by Japanese poet Enta Kusakabe, a Gogyohka consists of five lines. Each line holds one phrase or breath, but there are no syllable counts, required themes, or preferred topics. You may write about anything that calls to you. That’s it: five concise but free lines.



Dolly Mahjong 925

we played the Dolly card

it proved terribly hard

no Mahjonging for me

(unlike the other three)

official card wins, we all agree

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September 2026 Open Write Day 3 of 4: Too Many X

Today’s Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com is hosted by Dr. Sarah Donovan using a prompt by Alora Young, who is the Poet Laureate of the Southeastern United States. She inspires us to write an I Have Many poem. You can hear hers at this link and see the structure for the poem, beginning with the line I Have Many X. They….They…..They…..They… begin the last for lines for repeating beginnings. My mind went to a book my Kindred Spirits book club read earlier this year by Emily Henry, entitled People We Meet on Vacation. One of the main characters has “too many wine,” and it made me think of a picture I received from a fellow teacher retiree just last night on the way to dinner. We’d been playing Mahjong the day before, and we realized that we can have drinks in public now without fear of getting fired. At dinner, she snapped a photo of herself smiling big with wine, and sent a text that said Cheers! So I snapped a picture of me with a beer and replied Cheers! (Disclaimer: I was with my husband, who was driving. I did not tell stories or get up and dance or, heaven forbid, sing anything. I did ask Siri who was singing the songs a couple of times because the first one did NOT sound like Keith Whitley, which my husband insisted it was….and it was, God rest his soul – Keith’s soul, to be clear – and the second one sounded more like Hank Williams Junior than Travis Tritt and my husband insisted it wasn’t Junior, and it wasn’t, but there were too many kids one table over and it made it hard to hear….but not because of the beer).

Cheers! from The Blackbird Cafe in Woodbury, Georgia

Too Many

I have many Blue Moon
they sing country song
they tell loose-lip story
they line dance wrong
they don’t drive

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September 2026 Open Write Day 2 of 4: Back To Poems

Today, I’m hosting the second day of the September Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com. You can read my full prompt here and then, later in the day once all the poets have had a chance to write to the prompt, visit the site to read the poems others have written.

My writing communities have a huge impact on my life as a consumer and creator of poetry. Each month, writers of Ethicalela and other groups encourage me with prompts and ideas. I am blessed that other writing friends freely share ekphrastic prompts (Barb), prompts from Substacker Audrey Gidman (Denise), prompts from Georgia Heard (Margaret) and prompts from Writer’s Digest (Glenda) and so many others.  This month, I’m using Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry prompt idea shared by Glenda to get us started on what we want to get back to.  While many are going back to school, I’m getting back to knowing myself at the pace of retirement.  What are you getting back to? 

Make a list of all the possibilities of things we can get back to.  Back to the Future.  Back to Back.  Back to School.  Back to School Shopping. Back to the topic at hand.  Back to What We Were Talking About.  Back to Sleep. Then, create a poem along that line of thinking.  Glenda Funk and I offer two short forms below. 

Glenda’s Poem 

My Poem

Getting Back to Me:  A List Poem

I’m getting back to

pressing wildflowers

sipping coffee later

writing poetry

reading books

watching sunsets

feeding hummingbirds

wearing jeans and Birkenstocks

napping with dogs

learning mahjong

mailing postcards

building campfires

painting with watercolors

stretching yoga poses

peeing on my own schedule

lingering over lunch

taking walks

driving the back roads

sewing rag quilts

getting to know myself 

….all over again

Campfire reading at Vogel State Park in the North Georgia Mountains, September 2026. Book: The Sideways Life of Denny Voss by Holly Kennedy
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September 2026 Open Write Day 1 of 4: Ritual Cleansing

My brother Ken and I on July 8, 2025 (my birthday) cleaning Dad’s house

Mo Daley of Illinois is our host today for the September Open Write Day 1. You can read her full prompt here. She writes:

As fall approaches, I can’t stop thinking about changes and shifts. Of course, the changing colors of Midwestern trees are always inspirational, but something else has been on my mind lately.

I look around and see the land and how I have worked with it and changed it, which leads me to wonder about those who came here before me.

Mo inspires us to consider our surroundings with these questions: How would you describe them? Have they always looked this way? Who was there before you? Perhaps 20, 50, or 100 years ago? How about long before then? Do you know what indigenous tribes were living there hundreds of years ago? You can enter your address in this online tool to inform you.

She inspires us to take a few moments to think about those who came before us, and then as a tribute to those who came before us, to write a poem about the land around us. Of course, my mind flashes back to this time last year, when my brother and I were in the midst of cleaning out a lifetime of a collector’s full collection of so many things we never even knew existed. He and Mom had been going to estate sales for years, collecting everything under the sun for the store they would one day own but never did because the one who knew how to make it happen departed this life before he did. And that’s when we discovered just how much they had accumulated……

Ritual Cleansing of 322 Magnolia and 7 Associated Storage Rooms

we circled the perimeter

of each room

beheld each dresser

each chair

each table

we acknowledged

each heirloom

each keepsake

each sacred sentiment

we wondered

whose each was

who drank from it

who ate from it

who slept on it

whose treasures it held

as we purified the space

cleaned the cobwebs

released old ghosts

freed captive belongings into new worlds

we invoked the spirits

invited new energies

cleansed the air

connecting past and present

on the timeline of forever

starting a new chapter

in the book of what remains

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Crack Dragon Intersections

Each month, as part of The Stafford Challenge writing group led by Brian Rohr of Portland, Oregon, I look forward to the virtual writing workshops and visits with poets. Earlier this month, Melissa Helton, Director of Literary Arts at the Hindman Settlement School in rural Appalachia, offered a bonus writing workshop in which she shared several of her favorite poets, their poems, and prompts to inspire us to write our own poems. For the next few days, I’ll share the way she presented the information and the way she led attendees to write poetry using mentor poems.

When we arrived in the session, Brian introduced Melissa, who took us on an exploration of four poets by briefly sharing a little about each. Then, she shared a poem that had stuck with her. She read a single poem by each writer and then gave a prompt, inviting us to write our own poems.

One poet was Frank Walker, who wrote the poem Affrilachia on race and cultural identity. After reading this poem aloud, Melissa invited us to write to this prompt: make a list of all the groups with whom you identify, such as churches, hobbyists, sports, regional affiliates, etc. Then, pick two and write about what it’s like in the intersection where two things are an unlikely crosspoint. I thought of the ancient Chinese game of Mahjong, which I have recently begun playing, and how it has now become Americanized and even theme-based.

Mahjong’ing in Georgia

it’s not just traditional ancient Chinese

Mahjong anymore ~

it’s modern Americanized

even Christmas’ed and Halloween’ed

but you can still pick

your game version

your year

your card

your neighborhood

your street

sit with your friends on a

2026 or 13579 or 2468

even a consecutive run

or quints

or winds and dragons

to the theme of coastal vibes

with lobster crack dragons

or garden themes

with butterfly jokers

and western themes

with cactus bams

Native American themes

with corn kernel dots

and these winds of change

(dreamcatchers)

just keep coming,

and dot dot dot

dot dot dot

all these dot peaches

here in the heart of Georgia

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Precious Lost Toys

Each month, as part of The Stafford Challenge writing group led by Brian Rohr of Portland, Oregon, I look forward to the virtual writing workshops and visits with poets. Earlier this month, Melissa Helton, Director of Literary Arts at the Hindman Settlement School in rural Appalachia, offered a bonus writing workshop in which she shared several of her favorite poets, their poems, and prompts to inspire us to write our own poems. For the next few days, I’ll share the way she presented the information and the way she led attendees to write poetry using mentor poems.

When we arrived in the session, Brian introduced Melissa, who took us on an exploration of four poets by briefly sharing a little about each. Then, she shared a poem that had stuck with her. She read a single poem by each writer and then gave a prompt, inviting us to write our own poems.

One poet was Willie Carver, who wrote Requiem for a Dollar Store Christmas Bear. After Melissa read the poem aloud, she gave us a prompt: write about your own precious lost toy.

About That Rocking Horse

that handmade rocking chair

carved and painted by Grandpa

left in an attic when

you left us ~

abandoned, just as we were

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Rescuing Dogs

Each month, as part of The Stafford Challenge writing group led by Brian Rohr of Portland, Oregon, I look forward to the virtual writing workshops and visits with poets. Earlier this month, Melissa Helton, Director of Literary Arts at the Hindman Settlement School in rural Appalachia, offered a bonus writing workshop in which she shared several of her favorite poets, their poems, and prompts to inspire us to write our own poems. For the next few days, I’ll share the way she presented the information and the way she led attendees to write poetry using mentor poems.

When we arrived in the session, Brian introduced Melissa, who took us on an exploration of four poets by briefly sharing a little about each. Then, she shared a poem that had stuck with her. She read a single poem by each writer and then gave a prompt, inviting us to write our own poems.

One poet was Dianne Gillam Fisher. She wrote the poem Milk, which you can read by scrolling down in this newsletter. The after-reading prompt was to write about breaking stride by rejecting a rule or law to do what is right. My fierce and unwavering love of dogs led me to think about how I would rescue them all, despite regard for any reasonable number of them.

In Memory of Fitz, my soul dog, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge Spring 2026

Rules are Rules ….Except for Dogs

the rule is no more dogs,

the homeowner says

but I happen to be the wife

so I bat my eyes

plant a kiss

and open 2 hearts, 4 arms

…..and the doggie door…..

At his favorite window, watching a deer

It’s true – – my heart remains forever broken over losing Fitz. I think it’s him from over across the Rainbow Bridge trying to send me the message that it’s time to open our arms to another dog who needs a chance at a good life. Last week, I submitted an application to Schnauzer Love Rescue, where we got Fitz and Ollie, for a Schnauzer who bonds strongly with one human. Dot Werner and Nancy Delf have been phenomenal about finding just the right fit for us twice, and I would not go anywhere else in my search for a good buddy. The rescue organization where we got Boo Radley went out of business shortly after we got him, and I wonder to this day whether Boo may have been part of the reason (he is anything but an easy dog)…..

And so the wait begins…..

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Soon the Red Wolf Inspiration

Each month, as part of The Stafford Challenge writing group led by Brian Rohr of Portland, Oregon, I look forward to the virtual writing workshops and visits with poets. Earlier this month, Melissa Helton, Director of Literary Arts at the Hindman Settlement School in rural Appalachia, offered a bonus writing workshop in which she shared several of her favorite poets, their poems, and prompts to inspire us to write our own poems. For the next few days, I’ll share the way she presented the information and the way she led attendees to write poetry using mentor poems.

When we arrived in the session, Brian introduced Melissa, who took us on an exploration of four poets by briefly sharing a little about each. Then, she shared a poem that had stuck with her. She read a single poem by each writer and then gave a prompt, inviting us to write our own poems.

One poet was Annie Woodford, who wrote the poem Soon the Red Wolf. You can read the poem here. The after-reading prompt was to write a poem about some kind of extinct or invasive species in our own areas. My mind immediately went to Cogongrass, a leading invasive species in the rural southeastern United States. It’s one of the reasons we are not supposed to bring firewood into any of the campsites we visit. Because Cogongrass is so hard to eradicate (like kudzu), even the seeds that might be left on a saw blade cutting trees used as firewood could be transported into areas through the firewood and take root in state parks. I suppose that really, these seeds could do the same thing on tires of cars, e-bikes, or even yard toys kids may take camping, but we respect the rules and their reasons.

A Seed on a Prayer

Cogongrass

is why we can’t

carry our own

firewood to our

favorite campsites

because of the seed matter

on sawblades

like a deadly

parasite

crossing membranes

penetrating all that

is holy and pure

and so we

buy bundles

strike a match

and pray,

orange-crackling

embers lifting

to Heaven

on a reverent

flaming Amen