“As my body recalled my soul, I began to quiver with pain and gasp for air.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I brought you something. It’s my sister’s coat. It gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“On this night of the Harvest Moon. They tossed bones into the “Bone Fire” and asked the yellow moon to shine its… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Directly in front of me, crossing the street, I saw a woman laughing and walking arm in arm with two men. When… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I am strong as steel and my roots are planted deep in this southern soil. Time may have weathered me, but I will always… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Our passion for fear consumes us and gives birth to the imaginary. Once fear is unleashed, it feeds upon us and rips us apart… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Dread not to climb the mountain, for the higher you rise, your load will lighten; for once on top, easy be the stroll to… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Those that are in the state of widowhood must resist the temptations of their youth.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Respect the past, trust in the future and believe in the power of the imagination.-” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I toss pretty words up in the air and if I am lucky, they will fall gracefully upon my pages-nancy b. brewr” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The real Sallie has returned and her portrayal of Mother has disappeared” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Given a little wine, you will find folks are the same no matter what side of the railroad tracks they came from.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
