My favorite things

I forgot I was supposed to write a blog today because I'm so focused on rewriting my manuscript. It's one of those days, and it might be one of those months. I don't know, I just want to get through it without having to properly apologize to too many people. 😉 So, the photo above …

A little excerpt about my grandmother, her friends, and a Georgia train

I loved my grandmother and I have fond memories of staying at her house on Buttermilk road, waking up to the whistle of a train. She taught me how to snap beans and pin curl her short silver hair. Chelsea and I would stay a week with her and on Saturday night, I’d gather up …