The title of my blog will hopefully make sense by the end. Here's a picture my dad pulled out after I lost my mom. He absolutely loves this picture. He tells me he gets up often to sit and stare at it. Many times he says he talks to my mom. The picture hangs on …
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My Special Place
Yesterday was my brother's birthday. Chubs passed away February 10, 2008. Every time I see a cardinal, I know it's him. Many birthdays I have now spent without him. I find solace in knowing Moma is with him now. I even found a feather while I was out walking at lunch yesterday. I know it's …
Reflections…
Summer is at its best today in the midwest: hot and humid. I love it. I'm not a fan of snow and ice so this is just fantastic. I sat outside this afternoon while Gracie Mae huffed and puffed making her go potty. That little diva just cannot deal. While I was sitting outside, I …
Seeing my father in me…
Saturday mornings are my favorite radio listening time. I crank up the radio as I drive to see my dad. There are two stations who play the older country music. WRAY played a lot of songs this year dedicated to Father's Day. I enjoyed many of the songs they played. If you are a country …
Where I Come From…
I like to say I'm from a small town. It's not small town in the sense of only having one stoplight, but it is small town in the sense of 'small town feels'. We have one high school, burgoo sales to raise monies, and an annual Christmas parade that incorporates all of Henderson's finest. When …
A New Season Ahead…
Yesterday was hot. In my area, we are known for our super hot and humid summers. Springs are filled with insane allergens. The winters are always unpredictable. I love the heat. The hotter the better. We have made it through the last little winters we experience in the spring. Blackberry winter is typically the final …
Maroon and White
I have been told different stories of what people were doing when I was born. My dad always calls on my birthday at the exact moment I was born to tell me his version. I remember my mom would tell me how difficult of a birth I was for her. Lucky her! My brother, Chubs, …
Hometown Roots
Last night I stepped back in time. I have to be honest...part of me didn't want to go. Bittersweet memories I didn't want to have, and emotions I didn't want to feel. My lifelong friend, Miranda, drove in town for this moment, and I could not tell her no in going. Our former church was …
I ran out of fingers…
Seems to be a running joke if you’re from Kentucky, you use your fingers to count. When you run out of fingers, you use your toes. Everyone assumes in Kentucky, we run around barefoot all the time. We learned how to count using our fingers and toes. Funny as it sounds, I’m used to the …
Traditions…
Hard to believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve. While I enjoy seeing my grandchildren open presents, I am also a tad content when it’s all over. If you come to my house on December 26, you can bet my tree will already be down. I’m notorious for taking the tree down on Christmas. I get that …
Kentucky Girl by Heart 