I am holding half an acre Torn from the map of Michigan And folded in this scrap of paper Is a land I grew in Think of every town you...

Homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day,  That you were sittin’ on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one s...

It occurs to me that when I post about my husband, I may seem unduly critical. I don't mean to sound critical. Florence King once respon...

The azaleas and bench in the backyard You're Gonna Miss This is a Trace Adkins song which I like, but the premise of which amuses...