Having grown up in the Ozarks when the world was not yet so complicated, I’m often reminded of the gentler times–those magnificent days where there was always “room for just one more.” Besides our ready availability to others, there are other things that I remember and miss: Sundays were indeed a time of worship and rest. Weekends weren’t ruled by …
Stinky Socks, Rump Roasts, and Writing
When we’re children, I don’t know that we can fully appreciate our roots. In fact, I’m sure we can’t. Things like culture, heritage, family history, and geographic locale aren’t on our “life in the moment” radar. Children live in the now. A child’s world is immediacy. It’s Mama’s smile at breakfast; Daddy’s hug as he leaves for work. It’s macaroni …
Life in the Ozarks: Part 2
I’ve thought a lot about how much the past affects our present. It influences everything: cultural differences, lifestyles, the way we speak, the way we dress, what drives us to succeed, others’ perceptions of us, and a host of other things. Believe me, because of where I live, I’ve heard just about every hillbilly joke there is. I usually smile …