If you had asked me before today, I wouldn’t have listed Kenny Chesney as one of my favorite Country artists. Billy Currington, John Michael Montgomery, and Tim Rushlow would have made the top of the list. But today, as I listened to my “new” (from Half.com–a great place to buy CD’s!) Kenny Chesney Greatest Hits…
A friend asked me why I liked Country music. He hadn’t been impressed with what he’d heard on the radio. So, Country girl that I am, I set out to write my own defense of Country music: why I love Country music. I also asked my friend Melinda Lavorante for her perspective. And while I quote…
“If you aint crying or fallin’ in love then you ain’t heard the good stuff… and it ain’t country enough!” -Jeff Bates When Daddy Let Me Drive My first exposure to Country music was when Brent Lamb performed in our little town. I loved the sound, but even more, I loved the stories in his…
I just finished reading The Nine Brides and Granny Hite by Neill C. Wilson (copyright 1948), and a more delightful book I haven’t read in a long time. A dear friend discovered it in their basement, read it, and wrote me that if I wanted a light-hearted easy ready this was the book, “But I…
I inherited from my maternal grandmother a love of books, of words, and of letters. Her “Independence Day Present” to me was a combination of those three loves: Susan Besze Wallace’s beautiful collection Love & War: 250 Years of Wartime Love Letters. Major Sullivan Ballou wrote the following in a letter to his wife Sarah…
My best friend’s favorite piece of advice to me is two simple words: Don’t think! We’ve made it more specific with additions like, “Especially after dinner,” or, as I told her today, “Don’t even think after lunch.” Maybe it’s just me, but after a certain point in the day, it really is best if I…
It was seventeen years ago today that I gave my heart to Christ, so I thought I’d post my testimony, that I wrote for speech class last year… Corrie Ten Boom once said, “When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit…
I attended the funeral of a neighbor lady yesterday. She had lived a long life, been married for over sixty years, and was anticipating the arrival of her second great-grandchild. Many knew her as a woman who was active in the community. Her great-granddaughter knew her as “Jelly Bean Grandma.” I knew her as Mrs….
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