Another Spring arrives in Appalachia. It’s 2020. Both of my grandmothers reside in Heaven now, but the early flowers, budding trees, and frosty mornings bring remembrance of these two pioneer ladies. Strong as bark on a tree, yet as gentle as rose petals. Spring brings out the nostalgia in me. And I reread the prose of Jesse Stuart as the weather turns. His stories remind me of my grandmothers. And the Appalachian bubble my family […]
