I live in a rural part of Virginia surrounded by farms and farmers.
There were two things about Mama. One is she always expected the best out of me. And the other is that then no matter what I did, whatever I came home with, she acted like it was the moon I had just hung up in the sky and plugged in all the stars. Like I was that good.
There is no perfect time to write. There is only now.
Wherever I am, let me never forget to distinguish want from need
Our plans are small and somewhat absurd.
My father wears his faith like the bronze breastplate of God's footsoldiers while our mother's is more like a good cloth coat with a secondhand fit.