Biscuits and Gravy

My grandfather’s name was Luther E. Craig. Those that knew him best (if anyone really did) lovingly called him “Dadu”—it was a cutesy grandfather name that my brother dubbed before everyone up and abandoned “Mamaw” and “Papaw” for more glamorous options. I can’t retell verbatim a lot of what Dadu passed onto me and this […]

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Wooly Worms, Worries, and Black Coffee

I always laughed in the early mornings when I would see my mother wrapped in her housecoat, sipping coffee, and staring out the window. Extra noise was nearly forbidden and food smells outside a robust Columbian blend were not permitted. Something happened as I neared 30… Now I, too, love to wake up before my […]

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Stable Enough

Life is different on this side of the game.  Labor Day marks a year since my husband’s last at bat, and now we embrace a new kind of crazy. During our years traveling and chasing the dream, I had prayed constantly to God for stability. Even though I knew God should be enough, I guess […]

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