I slept in today. The rain on the tin roof was steady and soft, like the world whispering, “just a little longer.” Not the kind of morning for rushing—but the kind that asks for slowness. Gentleness. Grace. There’s still laundry in the basket and dirty pots on the stove. A list of things I promised…
Back to Life, Back to Reality
A few months ago, we packed up our life and drove fifty miles west—just far enough to find a new kind of quiet. We traded suburban noise and the “Thunderdome” of the Costco parking lot for gravel roads and the wide, open breath of the Yadkin Valley. Nestled in the Appalachian foothills, it’s not just…
I believe in kindness… but also in mischief.
There’s a little card on my desk that reads: “I believe in kindness… but also in mischief.” I wrote it on a whim, one rainy afternoon, with ink-stained fingers and a smirk on my face. It felt like a soft rebellion—a wink to the women like me, who try to live with heart and honor,…