Biscuits & Gravy

These are song lyrics that I finished yesterday, in remembrance of my Grandma Hatfield’s amazing food, her strength, and my family history. Food memories are quite powerful….🍽❤️✨

House

(Grandma Hatfield is on the far left, and I’m standing just above her – also here are Uncle Bruce, Aunt Kitty, Aunt Linda, cousin Debbie, Uncle Quentin, my sister Tiffany, and one of my other cousins – photo by my dad : )

Mountains Holding Up the Sun

I remember this (Ft. Myers, FL, 1999) for Dad

This poem took a few weeks to come together, since it meant so much to me. It’s about the last time I saw my father, at his house in Florida, before he passed away. It was a magical visit. I will always remember it. I hope you like this poem, and that is resonates with

These Words

My sister and I spent a lot of time in southeastern Kentucky (where Dad was born and raised), and a bit of time in West Virginia. It’s fun to hear the colloquialisms and vocal accents from another region, especially within your family : )