Blackberry Creek (McCarr, KY)

I’ve mentioned the times my family spent at Grandma Hatfield’s house in Kentucky, and at Great Grandma Ratliff’s, and one of the main features of playing with our cousins was wandering through and skipping rocks in Blackberry Creek. The creek was right across the street from Grandma’s house. I have joyful memories of time spent

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 🙂