Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “Sunday drives”
Where I live there are a lot of hills, hollows, and hayfields. And cows, barns, farms, and old trucks. The land is ripe with color and rich in stories. And, of course, for this writer those stories are my lifeblood. Some of those stories will get passed down to my children. Others, perhaps, will find their way to future books. Like the …
As a small child, I loved combing the hills and hollows of the Ozarks. It seemed like everywhere I turned there was a grand adventure waiting to happen. Often, we’d pile in the family car and strike out on the endless drive to nowhere. “Sunday drives” are less common now, but when I was a little girl, they were the order …
