
Reflections of a Southern Yankee: Country
There are a few things in life that give you that sinking feeling in your stomach and a sense of dread – the check engine
There are a few things in life that give you that sinking feeling in your stomach and a sense of dread – the check engine
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”
I’m not a huge fan of Hollywood, so it takes a lot to impress me when it comes to movies. One that I’ve always loved
I was a third classman (a.k.a. sophomore) at the Virginia Military Institute in the winter of 1992-1993. Having gotten through the previous “rat year,” I
Forty-three of my 49 years on God’s green earth have been spent below the Mason-Dixon line. I guess that makes me more “Rebel” than “Yankee.”
I looked up at this new man in my life like he was crazy. He wore an Irish style hat upon his head. His red
Until the age of seven, all I’d ever known was an artificial Christmas tree in my grandparents’ living room. Every year, a large box would
My third cup of coffee sits to my right upon a coffee table. The blanket I’m lazily curled up under is App. State colored (not
I walked through the front door of Stuarts Draft Elementary School a shy, timid six-year-old. My kindergarten year at Wetmore Elementary School in Utica, New
Once every seven days, we stopped what we were doing to intently listen to a man with the perfect radio voice countdown the Top 40
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