On this Mother’s Day, I find myself thinking about my mother and what her passing meant to me. She’s been gone for eighteen years now.
My dad has been gone for 34 1/2 years and I miss him as much today as I did when he died. Particularly on Father’s
We looked at the property in the fall and the deep gold of the leaves astounded us. Behind the main house was this shed. Just
Roundup of Appalachian blog posts
I started to write this blog post about what Independence Day, the Fourth of July, meant to me. But, I changed my mind. Independence Day
“Jenn, you’re early for coffee today, but come on in,” I called out as I saw Jenn walking toward my side door. I was