Deborah Stafford Tukua is the author of the children's book, Traveling the Natchez Trace Parkway from A to Z, eight nonfiction books, a contributor to the Chicken Soup for the Soul books, and a writer for the Farmers' Almanac since 2003. She is currently writing children's fiction, nestled in the Tennessee countryside, along the banks of Holly Creek with her husband, Lowell. She's a native of Jacksonville, Florida, and a veteran homeschooling mom.
Tukua is an avid member of Word Weavers International. When she's not writing or researching- decorating, bird watching, taking nature walks, visiting sites along the Natchez Trace, and reading to her grandchildren top the list of her favorite activities. You can sign up to get updates about her writing life here.
Deborah Stafford Tukua is the author of the children's book, Traveling the Natchez Trace Parkway from A to Z, eight nonfiction books, a contributor to the Chicken Soup for the Soul books, and a writer for the Farmers' Almanac since 2003. She is currently writing children's fiction, nestled in the Tennessee countryside, along the banks of Holly Creek with her husband, Lowell. She's a native of Jacksonville, Florida, and a veteran homeschooling...
On Saturdays, we like to change the breakfast menu and have something different, something special. I find the taste of plain pancakes boring unless some flavorful goodies are added to the batter. So, when I make them, I want a gourmet version. This week we enjoyed scrumptious Coconut Pecan Pancakes.
One thing I’ve been doing for many years in my cookbooks or recipe cards is to write the date beside a recipe the first time I make it. I’ll also include the occasion. If we really like it, I’ll...
Summer is synonymous with fireflies–nature’s quiet, light show. Fond childhood memories often include catching fireflies on summer evenings, while running barefoot in lush, green lawns. I hold these memories dear as our family sat on the porch and in lawn chairs conversing after dark, while us kids ran around the yard chasing lightning bugs. Wanting to keep mine a while longer, I put them in a glass jar to sit atop my bedside table. With my parents’ help, we poked holes in the jar lid, giving...
Along Holly Creek, we never know what wild animals we’ll see next. During a recent dinner, my husband glanced out the window, and asked, “What are those?” There were five small creatures, heads down, rooting around in the grass beneath several trees. I headed outside and discovered they were young armadillos. I walked toward them without any trouble as they were busy foraging for food. Since armadillos can’t see or hear well it was easy to get a look, closeup.
Happy 250th Birthday, America, the Beautiful.The fireworks were fabulous this year, weren’t they?! Neighbors in several directions went all out. We watched two firework shows,...
This month at home on Holly Creek feels like we’re living in the Wild Kingdom. Truly. Baby rabbits nibble on our grass. If only they ate more. With all the recent rain,...
Pleasant spring temperatures lured us outdoors, to spruce up the landscape. On the patio, I planted white begonias in urns. Along the drive, we planted a redbud tree with its...
