While perusing bacon brands at my local supermarket, I couldn’t help but be aware of a mother screaming at her family like a 1990’s communist … Read More ›
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 … Read More ›
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 … Read More ›
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 … Read More ›
My mother had convinced me to eat the tri-colored noodles by calling them “curly pigtails.” I believe my fascination with pigs began one Labor Day … Read More ›
After being around baseball my entire life, I have the superpower of being able to spot a baseball boy or a ballplayer’s love interest from … Read More ›
As a mother of two precious boys, I’ve been fairly successful at keeping them contained in an organic-antibacterial-padded-and-safety-locked bubble. Oh, how I love that bubble! … Read More ›
Appalachians are historically suspicious folk. It probably started in 1792 when George Washington led about 13,000 militia to Pittsburgh. After trying to resolve the issue … Read More ›
Seemingly, I have written a lot about bad fruit. The truth of the matter is that I don’t like waste and “spoiled” in the case … Read More ›