These stories come straight off the porch…

When I was about five or six, we lived in a little clapboard house on a hill. It sat right along a two-lane road, and to me, that hill felt massive back then—like climbing a mountain just to get home. We didn’t have much, but we had what we needed. And, apparently, that included a…

I’ve always liked cats—never really loved them, so to say—but they’re good to have around for mouse control and sometimes moles. 🐭 Anyway, let me get to the cat story I mentioned back in my first blog. At the time, I already had two cats and didn’t want any more. Shoot, one’s plenty, really. But……

I don’t remember picking a single green bean that year… but I dang sure remember sitting by that fire.

Some memories fade, but a few stick like splinters — sharp, clear, and unforgettable. This one’s been with me since I was just a little thing, not even old enough to remember anything… except I do. What adult remembers things from when they were 2 years old?I do. It’s a brief memory — just a…

Let me tell you about the time I took something that wasn’t mine—but thought it should be mine—and I lied about it too. 😬 I was about 9 years old. School was the place to be in the fall at that age. Back then, we had those individual desks where your books and stuff went…