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Getting Sentimental About a Bookcase
I've loved words, paper, books for as long as I can remember. Dad claims I learned to read because he had a habit of falling asleep while reading to me and I wanted to finish the stories. I "pretend wrote" before I learned my alphabet, filling pages with scribbles...
Appalachian Wednesday–Tune in next week
Today my dad is in town so no post. That's him in front of the church I grew up attending. You can be sure we'll be practicing the Appalachian tradition of telling stories during his visit. You know, stories that are mostly true. More fodder for the blog and the...
The Intersection of the Head and Heart
I have low blood pressure--really low. Which means I often feel light-headed when I stand (especially, say, after a marathon bout of novel-reading slouched in a big, comfy chair). No big deal, I'm used to it. Every once in a while it's dramatic enough that I have to...
When you get tired of blue eyes
It can be fun creating characters out of thin air. I can make them tall, short, stocky, muscular, willowy, or plump. I can make them bald or give them wild curls. I can dress them however I like. I can make them brave, silly, smart, sassy, whiny, quiet, aloof, or...
Appalachian End of Summer–Hot Dog Roast at Toad's
Labor Day weekend is right around the corner. When I was growing up that meant time for the annual hot dog roast at Toad and Berle's. Yes, his name was Toad and he lived in what had been the community schoolhouse when my dad was a kid. There would be a big bonfire and...
What's the Big Picture?
“Have you been asking God what He is going to do? He will never tell you. God does not tell you what He is going to do; He reveals to you Who He is.” -Oswald Chambers I love to know what the plan is. I love to sketch out the big picture. I'm not married to the...
Time is a troublesome thing
It seems like I'm often trying to juggle my time. Work, writing, church, family, oh, and time with God--gotta squeeze that in, right? It can seem impossible. And it probably is. I tend to want to squeeze too much in--to overbook myself in the vain hope that somehow it...
Appalachian Wednesday – Barefoot Summers
School starts in my neck of the woods next week. When I was a kid that would've meant my barefoot days were nearly over for the year. Growing up on the farm, we pretty much took our shoes off on the last day of school and didn't put them on again (except for church)...
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