They keep pulling her away from her piano. She isn’t yet lucid, but trying to fight her way out of the nightmare. The strangers. Why
Hi everyone! This is a very old Appalachian recipe, handed down from my great-grandmother to my grandmother and finally to my precious Aunt Red, the
Kentucky fiddle music, the precursor to Bluegrass music, began to be common in households across the eastern Kentucky area of Appalachia in the late 19th
Good morning! I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to invite all of you for coffee until today, the last day of Labor Day weekend,
Walking through the woods on the day of the autumn equinox, she found them. Tokens lying at the foot of a tree. Arranged in a
The sound of the water lapping against the shore. It soothes my cares away. Endless peace. Endless hope.