“Sugar,” he said, his Kentucky accent flooding my heart with warmth, his serious expression straightening my posture, “Never forget your roots. Never go so far that you can’t remember how you got to where you are.” My granddaddy was a man of few words. But man could he say a lot in those words. I […]
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Day 13: It's My Christmas and I'll Cry if I Want To….
Do you find yourself with an aching heart this Christmas?