The Good Stuff

The Good Stuff

When I was a kid, my extended family on my dad’s side owned a dairy farm which was, at the time, just outside of Memphis, Tennessee. My grandparents lived in the main home, and one of my dad’s older brothers and his wife in another right next door. There...
Stories and Stuff

Stories and Stuff

Once upon a time, there was a sad woman. The woman was sad because her mother had died, and she wasn’t used to people dying. The sad woman did not know what to do with her grief, so she did nothing. Quite literally. No work, very little housekeeping, no cooking....