A Season of Emptiness
But this year -- this year -- was different. This holiday season arrived with an empty chair at the dining room table. A vacant recliner in the living room. A dad-shaped hole in my heart. The first Christmas without him.
Selling More Than Just Tools: A Personal Essay on Letting Go
We sold my dad’s tools today. Each one went with a story.
Moonshine Days
Moonshine, the Southern elixir of life, has many names — some disparaging, some inspiring: corn mash, white lightning, hooch, bathtub gin.