Holidays can be the most bittersweet time of year. With my mom, my birthday and Christmas are the hardest for me when it comes to missing my mom. My mom loved Christmas cards. I mean LOVED Christmas cards. When I was growing up, she and my aunt would have a contest of who received the …
My hunka hunka said I should blog about my dad. I thought I would have a hard time trying to put my thoughts into words, but I gave it my best. My dad enjoys telling the story of when I was born. It was 3:54 am on a Monday morning. He wasn't allowed in the …
I'm OCD. I'm a weirdo. Together those two personalities make a perfect combination preparing Thanksgiving. My Thanksgiving menu is standard. I have it down to a science. More than two weeks beforehand I print my recipes, schedule, and go grocery shopping. I lay out all my recipes on the dining room table, put a dish …
Spent a cold day at Lincoln State Park celebrating the parents who gave me my hunka hunka. I walked Gracie Mae through a wooded area. While it was peaceful at the moment, I just cannot imagine myself camping here. Oh heavens no. Roughing it for me is running out of hot water in my hotel …
Do you ever hear nicknames of someone that is not quite close to their given name and wonder where it came from? How did the name become a part of that person? Who gave it? Is it sentimental, silly, or just is? People wonder that about me, but don't always ask. I love the story …
Kentucky Girl by Heart 