These stories come straight off the porch…

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…

Hi y’all! How have you been? I bet we’re all ready for winter to be over ❄️ and spring to arrive 🌷! I spent all but 3 days in January snowed in ⛄, and that was fun, haha! So, I guess since this is the first post, I should tell you a little about myself….

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…

In my last story mentioned the old man with all the dogs, where, as a kid, we used to have a tater patch on his property. So I’d like to tell a bit about him. Frank was his name, and he lived by himself in this rickety old house that looked like it had been…

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…

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