“Dear Son, I’m writing this slow because I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where we did when you left home. Your Dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved. I won’tbe able to send you the address because the last Hillbilly familyContinue reading “A Hillbilly Writes To Her Son…”
Daily Archives: December 19, 2020
Ode To A Cup Of Apple Cider.
For I shall never see ~ A sight as beautiful as thee ~ Steaming and floating freely ~ In a mug meant for coffee ~ So sweet sweetly sweetly Your home shall alway be Resting ever so gently Exquisitely Atop my right knee… (I’m going through a 1/2 gallon of this stuff a week now!)Continue reading “Ode To A Cup Of Apple Cider.”
