by T.L. Haddix | Sep 20, 2018 | Slice of Life
Sometimes, it’s better not to speak if you don’t have nice things to say. Now, this is a principle I’ve always heard, only it was put “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” There’s a subtle but important difference there, I think. It...
by T.L. Haddix | Sep 18, 2018 | Appalachia, Slice of Life
There’s an old dairy bar within sight of the place I grew up. It’s down the highway a little ways, across a bridge and the railroad tracks. The bridge runs across Carr Creek, which used to be known as Carr’s Fork when I was growing up. If you stand on the bridge and...
by T.L. Haddix | Sep 17, 2018 | Slice of Life
I’m excited to report we have a working heat pump and a smokin’ awesome gas stove. It’s been an interesting couple or three weeks as we slogged through the mud and the muck to get to this point, but hopefully that battle is done. No idea yet what the first cooked meal...
by T.L. Haddix | Sep 13, 2018 | Slice of Life, Writing Stuff
Yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment. Routine, a follow-up, nothing to write home about really. At least, not the visit itself. What happened in the waiting room however, that was noteworthy. As hubby and I were sitting there, in comes a guy who looks to be in his...
by T.L. Haddix | Sep 10, 2018 | Slice of Life
I completely flaked on blogging on Saturday and Sunday. I do apologize. Saturday was game day with friends, and I had intended to blog before they arrived. Well, it simply didn’t happen. Sunday was just a mess of a day, and putting two words together was beyond me....
by T.L. Haddix | Sep 7, 2018 | Slice of Life
Intentions matter. They matter more in some cases than in others. They can get you into trouble. They can save your butt in a crisis. They can motivate a person or deflate them. They can even start movements, personal and political, that lead to revolution. But I’m...
