Eighteen years ago today, you were born. It feels impossible to even write that sentence. In my mind, I can still see you as that little boy running through the house, laughing at things only kids find funny, carrying toys in your hands, and excitement in your eyes. Yet here you are, eighteen years old, […]
A Letter to Landon, on his birthday Read More »
I confess. I did it. Before you judge me too harshly, you need to understand something about me. I need my sleep. I’ve always had a strange relationship with sleep. On one hand, I appreciate it. On the other, I resent it a little. I’ve often done the math: if I live to be 90
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We live at the end of a quiet road. Just us, one other property owner, and then the short stretch of the Daniel Boone National Forest rolling into Laurel River Lake. It’s the kind of place where mornings feel older than the calendar. Cold air. Frost on the grass. We love it here. A couple
The Totoro Hat and the Rifle Read More »
I love genealogy, and when I started digging into my family tree, I was expecting the usual things: farmers, coal miners, preachers, maybe a horse thief or two. What I did not expect was to discover that my ancestry is basically held together by Butts, Dicks, and Belchers. That’s not a metaphor. That’s literal. I
I Come From Butts, Dicks, Belchers… and Almost Fried Chicken Read More »