Am I an Old Fogey?

When I was a kid the unspoken rule was that girls wore dresses to church. Around the time I was eight, I got bold and dressed for church in a pair of slacks. When Dad told me to go put on a skirt I told him with GREAT confidence that God didn’t care what I wore....

Appalachian Thursday–Found Family

One of the really fun things about getting my name out there through my novels is hearing from readers. And quite possibly the best reader connection so far has been with my cousin Cathy. Turns out our great (or is it great great?) Grandpas Oscar and Sylvester Loudin...