Until about 6th grade, I grew up in Small-town USA. It was a sleepy, little town defined by traditional values and faith. With a reverent sense of hearth and home, we had our share of eccentrics and ordinaries. Everyone knew everyone and we knew all the juicy tidbits about everyone whether we wanted to or not. We knew who our …
Heartfelt, Homespun Fiction and Why We Love It
I talked to a friend recently who adores Heartfelt, Homespun Fiction (which, of course, happens to be my tagline.) “What do you like about it?” (I was curious and–yes, I admit–I wanted to use her answer for this blog post.) She thought for a moment and then smiled. “It’s like a hot fudge sundae. Sweet and satisfying, but leaves me wanting …
Simpler Times: Myth, Truth, or Perhaps… A Little of Both?
I love nostalgia. I think it’s because it calls to mind homespun values and simpler times. A few decades ago, the family was the heart of the home. Sundays were reserved for worship, neighbors helped neighbors, and tradition held meaning. We were less concerned with keeping up with the Joneses and more interested in the result of due diligence. We …
Why Hearth and Home Are Here to Stay
Until about 6th grade, I grew up in Small-town USA. Everyone knew everyone, and we knew all the juicy tidbits about everyone whether we wanted to or not. We knew who our neighbors were and what they had for dinner. We knew who made the best fried chicken in town and who didn’t cook a lick. We knew who had …