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The One with the BIG Smile

If you saw the photo of my second-grade class last week, I challenged you to point out which one was me. The folks who know me best were pretty quick to spot my SMILE. I’ve always been a big smiler. I joke that smiling is my spiritual gifting.       Hmmm. Maybe...

Summer in Appalachia Means . . .

Summer in Appalachia has long meant supper from the garden for me. A platter piled high with buttery corn on the cob. Great slabs of brilliant red tomato. Green beans boiled with new potatoes. Kilt lettuce. Cucumbers and onions in apple cider vinegar. No one even...