Taste Each Day

Some days I feel like I am in a war.

With myself.

The internal battle inside my head is crazy intense and I find myself arguing with my inner self like two 10 year old girls.

“You are such a baby!”

“No I”m not!  You are!”

“Whatever loser!”

“I know you are but what am I?” Continue reading

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Learning To Love Again

Ok… so can I just be incredibly honest right now?  When Downton Abbey ended last year, I was devastated.   Crushed.  Left for dead.

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On the off chance you forgot about my epic meltdown, here is the link to the post where I PLEADED for them to continue.  Please Don’t Go

For 6 years I chose to Immerse my whole being into the Crawley’s and their loyal servants each and every Sunday night.  Continue reading

Born To Stand Out

I didn’t chose the Ginger life, the Ginger life chose me.

Growing up, having red hair was one little Nuance I could have lived without. It constantly brought attention to me, and people were forever touching my hair and “Oooing” and “Ahhing” over me.

I was absolutly miserable. Continue reading

My Own Pace

“There is an old weather bettion house
that stands near a wood
With an orchard near by it
For all most one hundred years it has stood

It was my home in infency
It sheltered me in youth
When I tell you I love it
I tell you the truth.”

The above poem was written by Louisa Walker.  She was one of the infamous Walker Sisters who grew up deep inside the Great Smoky Mountains.  Her grandfather built a cabin in Little Greenbrier Cove sometime in the 1840’s.  When her father, John, came home from fighting for the Union in the Civil War, he moved his wife Margaret to the house and there they raised 11 children.  Continue reading

Where My Heart Is

Isn’t it amazing how you can see a word your whole life and think you understand the meaning of it fully, only to find that your whole life you have been sadly mistaken?

Treasure.

As I stared at the word for what seems like an eternity today, I realized that right now, at the ripe ole age of ***gulp** 41 I finally realized what the true meaning of the word is. Continue reading

My Heartbeat

Numb.

That is the only adequate word I have right now.

I am simply…. numb.

Yesterday morning we awoke to the news that the fires that had been raging in our beloved mountains had grown through the night due to increased intense winds. Suddenly, things were scary and real. There has been no significant rainfall, if any, for well over 100 days. We were living in a virtual timber box.  The unthinkable finally happened. Continue reading