Rebecca Florence Smith is my maternal grandmother, known in my family as “Nan.” She was the second of thirteen children born to Albert Campbell Smith and Mary Susan Mallow, in Randolph County, West Virginia. I didn’t know her well. She died when I was fifteen, and by the time I was old enough to really Read More
Life
Weekend in the Mountains
Did you know that Oklahoma has mountains? When Diana and I started our reconciliation journey, one of the things we decided to do was to be more intentional about taking some extended private time.
I Really Just Wanted To Talk To You
I’m channeling England Dan & John Ford Coley and the 70s with the post title. Loved the song. At any rate, “Hello, yeah, it’s been a while.” I realized it really has been a while since I’ve posted, so let me rectify that.
How I Made Riding My Motorcycle Fun Again
Remember back in March when I talked about downsizing from my Goldwing? Things have changed since then.
I Thought It Would Be Easier This Time
I thought the whole empty nest thing would be easier this time. I thought because this was the third time I watched my kids move out, it wouldn’t hurt as much. This weekend, two more kids moved out. I feel old again. Or older. I was wrong about it being easier. I know I’m not Read More