April Coker, Author

Author: aencoker

  • When I Was Two (The House That Built Me)

    When I was about two years old we lived in an upstairs apartment in Tyler.  I can remember wood floors and watching the TV game show “Concentration” with Mama while she folded clothes.  I remember my brother Allen being a baby, and I also remember looking out of our second story window to see the…

  • Not quite ready to die. . .not just yet!

    A student once asked me if I wanted to die. “Pardon me?”  I looked up from my desk where I was grading papers to see him standing in front of me. “Do you want to die?” he repeated. “Is that a threat or a rhetorical question?” “I’m just asking because you’re older and you couldn’t…

  • Power trip. . .or, trip to power?

    RECAP:  My car broke down on the way to my last campout but I was able to get it fixed and I made it safely to the campground.  (see the post here)  I was set up and about to get ready for bed when the power went out.  I had to wait until the next…

  • Lights On Lights Off

    Last I wrote I left you thinking that I had finally made it to the campground and was set up and ready for the night.  Uh, think again.   I got all settled in, rearranging and putting back all the things that moved and were put away during my travels, and was just about to don…

  • Broke Down But Not Broken

    A funny thing happened on the way to my last campout.  My car broke down.  Actually it wasn’t funny at all.  It was awful.  150 miles from home, I waved my caravan pals on as I waited for the tow truck.  I didn’t have to wait long, thank goodness.  I mean, thank the Lord.  Soon…