It was the height of summer. A time when the heat is so hot and thick that all you can do in the middle of the day is find a field to lay in and watch the clouds go by. She thought of all the times and all the summers she had spent here on […]
Living in Appalachia hearing the word honorable makes me think of a shotgun wedding. The ones where a young girl’s daddy, who just happens to be cleaning his hunting rifle, asks the boy if he is planning on doing the honorable thing and marrying his daughter. My daughters were a big fan of Zoey 101
You don’t know me but reading my blog gives you some insight into who I am right now. Who I was before remains a mystery at least for a little while. My lives are starting to collide with old friends discovering my blog and new friends discovering my life. On my blog I reveal
The mist rises up from the river Clinging to the mountains like a quilt Velvety greens and blacks held together by threads of white The valley is waking Soon the day will begin The mist will evaporate into the rays of the sun The streets will fill with cars and commotion But for
Could this child be a relative, maybe a distant cousin with those blonde eyelashes like mine and that nose that looks like my son’s? I don’t recollect any family in the Scott’s Run area but sometimes families traveled when a mine closed.
[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
