Words from my soul don’t easily flow from this pen to this paper They swirl around in my head through my eyes, they drip like tears rain falling from the sky landing on leaves of paper finding a path down …
Sunshine and a Wringer Washer
Last updated on July 23rd, 2018 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 …
Mist Hangs Low in the Hollers
Last updated on March 26th, 2015[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 …