“Tough times don’t last, tough people do. Remember?” – Gregory Peck The big, black basin was filled almost to the rim with water. Ma had...

Southern Odyssey The mountain can offer you advice but it won’t do you any good if you don’t follow it. I drove down to North Carolina...

She didn’t waste a single thing saved the bacon grease from her heavy cast iron skillet and stored it in a jar beside the old stove to...

(Or Why I Learned To Love Solitude And Gave Up Dating) There we sat on the front steps, my mother, my little sister and me, gazing across...

It’s 4AM and I can’t sleep. Last night I resorted to comfort food to soothe my frustration: mac and cheese with a breadcrumb topping and...

A poem about my Cherokee grandmother What I remember most is the sizzle of fatback as it hit the cast iron skillet The scent of bacon...