Neck of the Woods

We don’t consciously noodle on the subject of time because we’re so consumed with living life. However, as time passes, we certainly comprehend what “time marching on” feels like.

Let’s see if I can paint a quick picture of my Christmas morning …

The blessings tied to living in the Appalachians are many, but perhaps none rival the change of seasons from summer to fall.

As grateful as I am that our charmingly decorated Christmas tree is drinking water like a thirsty cow during hot summer months and not dropping any of its needles, a pass by the Fraser Fir this morning hastened a case of the heebie-jeebies

I love AM radio. Always have. Always will. As far back as I can remember, AM radio played a special part in my life. For most of the mid-to-late 1960s, I received a late-night

Living in the Appalachians is a beautiful thing. I appreciate the appeal of warm-weather locales and big-city bustle and amenities. Having been there, done both, there is something matchlessly special about residing in the mountains and sharing these beautiful surroundings with the folks living in these parts.