Growing up in the Southern part of the USA, a snow day meant the best thing possible—a day off from school.

A memory of a cross-country trek through small towns and eating at the diners and greasy spoons that served the best food and hospitality.

An hour before sunrise. Darkness cloaked my path. Fear bubbled up inside me. A whiff of wildlife alerted me to a heinous stalker in the woods.

Though I didn’t realize the impact at the time, a job, a house, a dog, and the internet combined in one fateful year to change my life forever.

Prince Barry, the third cousin twice removed from the heir apparent to the British throne, released his long-awaited tell-all, Spare Change.

Last week, I shared our lack of water in Asheville, but this week’s story is even more horrific—an unexpected coffee break.

Last week’s water challenges in the city of Asheville challenged my efforts to express thanks daily. Call it a dry sense of gratitude.

I set out this week to share some thoughts about intentionality in our plans, but I learned an old dog lesson about not planning everything.

My excuse for being the Christmas blabbermouth? I was seven. A little kid with a big mouth that had a tendency to vocalize my unfiltered thoughts.

My Christmas decorations were so festive and bright despite the rainy weather, until the night the lights went out in Asheville.

As a passionate, long-term fan of paper over computers, I encourage your freedom to embrace ugly journals if that works for you.

A chance encounter involving a crowded restaurant, good people, and pies highlighted some of the positive things in this life.