I can’t help but think of my Nan when the leaves begin to change. I wasn’t a school bus frequenter. After elementary school, I pretty … Read More ›
Recently we visited Hawesville, hometown of my husband and the annual Sorghum Festival… both are ridiculously charming and sweet. Inspired, I decided to bake … Read More ›
Beans and cornbread are the ultimate hillbilly meal. Every mean tot of the mountains knows the rhyme: “Beans beans, they’re good for your heart. The … Read More ›
I’ve always wanted to start smoking, but I keep putting it off. Honestly, I just fold under any sort of guilt and the known effects … Read More ›
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 ›