Hitchin’ a ride on the rails (well, almost)
While some kids played house, I remember playing railroad hobo with my sisters and our cousins. Our maternal grandparents, Henry and Mabel Tucker, lived on a nice, small horse farm on the outskirts of Ashland.
Farmer’s daughter sings from heart
I spent Friday night with a singing farmer's daughter and it was the most fun I've had in a very long time.
Addiction to oil is a slippery slope
I found out something this past week that sort of has me stumped. I am addicted to oil. Now, I am trying to figure out how this happened.
Black and white in cat and dog fight
I found myself playing referee yesterday, standing in the middle of a cat and dog fight. The scrappers were not a dog and a cat, as you might suspect, but two humans with strong opinions on canine and feline superiority.
Being in the dark is sometimes best
It strikes me as a bit humorous that everything old has become new again in many segments of our society.
Few things harder than a goodbye
There are few things in life more difficult than saying that final goodbye. When my father-in-law passed away unexpectedly in 1997, my husband said the suddenness of his passing was difficult to grasp, and yet a blessing in its quickness.
‘Sounds’ of music better left alone
Every time I hear those opening lyrics, "the hills are alive with the sound of music" I feel compelled to stop what I am doing and sing along.
Tell the truth – especially to yourself
Tell the truth. Especially to yourself. This brief directive came to me by way of a gift from a co-worker, a book titled Lists to Live By.
Memories string together homes
Going through the motions of holiday decorating has felt very much like a grand finale to me as I prepare to pack up the contents of this home.
Walking in a winter waspy land
As Christmas nears, I have had the great joy of looking at this season through the eyes of a Southern friend.
