The Next Project

I set out to finish the book I had started 11 years ago, but I never expected to also start my own publishing company. Nothing was easy, but it was definitely worth the effort. I committed to writing this book on January 1st, and finally have it in my hands on December 2nd. Every weekend has been devoted to this book and starting the publishing company. It feels amazing to know I have all the tools I need to do it all over again. The next project is the audiobook for Southbound as Told by Number 2, accompanied by an original soundtrack.

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.

Broom Shopping with the Pirate Witches

I love an educational field trip, especially with my amazing friends, the Pirate Witches. Our recent adventure took us to the Tom Jones Broom Shop at Sadie Ford Farm in Lebanon, Tennessee. Mr. Jones, a charming broom maker, shared captivating stories about his family’s broom-making legacy while demonstrating his craft. From the intricate process to the delightful brooms for sale, each moment was filled with laughter and learning. I never thought I’d look at a broom the same way again! Join me as I recount this enchanting day filled with broom-making magic and unforgettable memories.

Relax. You’re on the Right Path           

Another lunch walk message from the natural world was received loud and clear. I was on my mid-morning walk a.k.a. “happy escape from the office,” down at the Shelby Bottoms greenway feeling good, watching the wind blow the leaves and tall grasses into gentle, friendly waving motions. There is so much to see when I pay attention, and I’m sure glad I did because right there standing before me were three eight-point bucks and two fawns. I counted every point.

Last Night’s Dream

Last night’s dream woke me up in the wee hours of the morning. In my dream, I was standing on the front porch of my parents’ house looking out into the front yard watching a crew of people digging up old family heirlooms that belonged to my Pappy. We had his tackle box and a toolbox. Someone decided it was ok to bring the dirt-covered items inside the house making a total mess on the floor. That was my first red flag; I knew my mother would not be pleased with that decision.

Trains, Skates, and Landscapes

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of dream interpretations for myself. I reckon my dreams are so
active right now because of all the work I’ve been doing on my book. My activity level has gone
way down because I’m trying to heal from some health-related issues, which is allowing me to
get this book done. Every waking hour, when I’m not at work, I write, read, or watch something
about nature.
A new chapter of life is on the horizon. I don’t know all the details yet, but it is happening. I feel it
just as strongly as when I decided to hike the Appalachian Trail, and my dreams encourage me
and show me that I am on the right path.