Wild Apples

There’s an apple tree in my parents’ yard, planted by my Pappy, leaning forward to catch a slice of sunlight. Each spring, it bears small apples that my mother transforms into her famous apple butter, evoking cherished memories of my grandparents. As I explore the world of wild apples, I feel a kinship with their tenacity and uniqueness. From gathering fallen apples for batting practice with my sister to launching my own multimedia publishing company, Wild Apple Press, I embrace the spirit of the wild apple—an emblem of independence and creativity. Join me on this journey of growth and discovery.