I’m No Pioneer Woman
Let’s face it, I've been living in the sticks for a little over a week and already I’ve let Caroline Ingalls down.When a large brown van came barreling up the lane in a cloud of dust the first day by
What NOT to Say to a Pregnant Woman
Every six months our health inspector arrives at our outlet grocery store with a clipboard wedged under his armpit, a stained governmental baseball cap covering his balding head, and a mouth on him as garrulous as a pubescent girl’s. Because
The Secret’s Out!
If someone confides in me, you couldn't get the information out if you were using the water boarding technique, but if the secret only concerns myself
There’s Still Time For You…
When I was fifteen, twenty-five seemed so far away I wrote out a to-do list I hoped to accomplish within the span of a decade. I tried to be easy on myself, since I hate having goals that I fail
Home Is Where the Oddballs Are
Although my husband and I have been very content living in our apartment adjacent to our outlet grocery store, I am ready to rock the sunset into dusk on our front porch while overlooking the fog-swathed Cumberland Mountains. I am
The Letter
Folding the letter along the creases, I placed it in the envelope and slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans. Then, as if in a trance, I walked off the deck, across the grass, and climbed the wobbly
The Bull’s-eye of Love
A few times every summer my family would travel down to visit the Petersheims who had a twenty-three-year-old son who I greatly admired, but who I wouldn't allow near my heart because of our six and a half age gap.
My Knight in Wet Armor
Today my husband and I traveled down to the town along the Alabama/Tennessee line where he and I first began. In honor of our love's ten-year journey, over the next three weeks I am going to post snapshots of how the two
Why I Am No Bear Grylls
When the dog started yipping the second we came in the door, my sister-in-law and I at first paid her no mind. We’d just returned from a day of 4th of July shopping in Nashville, and we were hoping for
Giving “Cat Fight” a Whole New Meaning
The biggest fight my husband and I ever got into was over a cat. We were taking a leisurely stroll after supper when the sound of pitiful mewing met my ears. Although my right forearm bears 17-year-old bite marks from the time,