Marriage carried this God fearing, high heel wearing, country-loving girl thirty miles south towards Atlanta, far away from the foothills she grew up in. Practical life in a subdivision, became a rewarding but exhausting race from car pool line to car pool line. 3 boys later, she’d forgotten who she really was. But sometimes fate has a funny way of stepping in when we need it most and giving us a second chance. That girl found herself back on five acres not far from the little house she grew up in. A few barefoot walks and simple conversations with local Appalachian...more
