Welcome Sweet Friends! We’re inviting you to our Christmas home tour! If you’re an old (and dear) friend, you know to kick your shoes off at the door, not because we’re at all fussy but because this is a bare-footin’ kind of house. If you’re new, we’re glad to have
When I was a kid and we’d go “back home” to Oneida, Tennessee, I just loved sitting on my great-grandparents’ front porch in one of the old rockers and waving at every car that drove by. Now, I don’t come from monogrammed-Southern folks. We’re the people balancing Dixie bowls of
Maybe it’s the writer in me but I’ve always loved seeing inside other people’s homes. Even as a little kid, I’d peek around my friends’ moms, who’d answer the door with a dishtowel draped over their shoulder or have a younger child perched on their hip with one arm holding
I come from a long line of obituary readers. The kind of women who sip black coffee while reading each and every life story, all the while shaking their heads and saying things like Lordy, Lordy. And sometimes, if it was someone who died in an especially tragic way, they’d