Irvine, Kentucky (Reunion)

This is a poem I wrote last year when I traveled with my partner and a few of his family members to their family reunion. My sister and I grew up visiting Grandma Hatfield (and uncles, aunts, cousins, Great Grandma Ratliff) in the hills of southeastern Kentucky, and when I saw the hills again on

Maine Summer

I have the fondest memories of summers spent visiting Aunt Betty and Uncle Dave in Maine with my mom and my sister. Maine is a magical place! 🌿💖🌲🫐🦞🦭🐳💦 (Acadia National Park photo from acadiamagic.com)

The Bright Ones

On Monday I posted a poem to honor my Aunt Linda. It was a poem I had written a year or two ago, about my family. But after I published it, I realized that I wanted to write a new poem. A poem specifically for her. She was a special lady, so I just let

Mountain Road (McCarr, KY)

Growing up, my sister and I spent a lot of time at Grandma Hatfield’s house in McCarr, KY. My grandmother, great grandmother, cousins, aunts and uncles were a huge part of that time, including Aunt Linda and Uncle Lyle. My Aunt Linda just recently passed away. She was so kind and gentle and loving. Earth

Hatfield Country

Dad was born in Southeastern Kentucky, in the heart of Hatfield country. Grandma Hatfield lived down there, and when we would visit, my sister and I and a bunch of cousins would pile into an uncle’s pickup truck to go places, rollin’ round those old corkscrew mountain roads and having a blast 🙂