Burla Fitzgerald Loudin

If she’d lived longer than the 97 years God gave her, Grandma would have turned 102 this past weekend. That’s how old Aunt Bess was when she passed, so it’s not much of a stretch. I wear the engagement ring my grandfather gave her on my right ring...

Appalachian Thursday–Ollie the Bobcat

I have an affinity for bobcats which are native to Appalachia. So when a news story ran this week about Ollie, a female bobcat, escaping from the National Zoo in Washington, D.C., I tuned in. I might have been rooting for the bobcat. Oh, I know, she’s been in...

I’m a cheater

I write historical fiction . . . but I cheat. I only just realized this as my third novel was about to release last year. I’ve long struggled with genre and fitting what I write into a specific slot. Maybe it’s historical. Maybe it’s romance. Maybe it’s historical...

You’re Never Too Old

I’m closer to the half-century mark than I used to be. Which, I suppose, means I am undeniably a grown up whether I want to be or not. But still . . . there are days when I just want my momma. I recently spent several days at home in West Virginia. I wish it...