I hate unexpected company. I always have. I hate when someone just stops by for a “visit” or shows up because they were in the neighborhood. I feel imposed upon like it is required now for me to drop everything I was doing or had planned to do in the next hour or so and …
Isn’t it strange how sounds can take you back in time. Whenever I wash clothes and hear the sound of the washer agitating it takes me back through the generations of women in my family. I remember my grandmother, my Nanny, sorting clothes on the kitchen floor on laundry day. Lights, darks, towels, …
It is another glorious Appalachian day. The sun is shining and a cold wind is blowing outside, while inside I sit at my desk writing with the blessing of heat and warmth. The dogs are barking incessantly as the mailman approaches our house. He is oblivious to the sound of chaos from inside as he …
[contentblock id=1 img=gcb.png] Sunday. A rainy dreary winter Sunday here in Appalachia. The kind of day you just want to stay in bed. The kind of day that depression thrives on. You just want to pull your covers over your head and not even look out the window. Its the kind of day where the …
I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sounds of the men preparing for a day of long hard work. I heard the women singing hymns as they rattled the pans on the stove. I heard the creak of the old oven door, the sound of homemade biscuits. I peered out the window …
