Pull up a chair on the porch and settle in. Here, the stories come slow and steady, one part at a time. Every few weeks, you’ll find a new piece waiting, each one carrying you deeper into the holler, where shadows stretch long, ghosts still wander, and the truth is rarely what it seems.

     I will work on one story at a time, letting it breathe and unfold in its own season. When a tale runs its course, we’ll turn the page together and begin the next. Some will be haunted. Some will be heavy with memory. All will carry the voice and grit of the mountains I call home.

    So, come back often. The porch light will be on.