Confessions of a Coal Miner's Granddaughter
13 September 2014

Here. Hold My Earrings.

›
For some reason, you think I'm an awful person. I don't know why. I have no clue what I have done to either of you to warrant such v...
11 comments:
31 May 2014

Suck on this, Pioneer Woman

›
OR I Actually Can Cook One Thing Well OR This is My Mac-n-Cheese Recipe for the Ladies at Muskrat's Birthday Party I once document...
5 comments:
13 May 2014

Little Shoes

›
For many years they sat in a cedar chest in the garage. I didn't even know of their existence. Later, my father, in a fit of nostalgia...
2 comments:
11 May 2014

Mother's Birth Day

›
Seven years ago today, I became a mother for the third time, which was amazing because just three short years before, I was convinced I woul...
1 comment:
23 March 2014

Coming Out Of The Closet

›
I am an atheist. I guess maybe I should clarify. I use atheist, because it is more recognizable than "humanist" or "anti-th...
31 comments:
16 March 2014

The Best Defense is a Good Offense

›
Sometimes, you defend people because it's right, because they're your friend, and you would do anything for them because you love th...
2 comments:
04 March 2014

Grit

›
I was a roller skating fiend when I was a kid. Skateland in Kanawha City was my favored hang out. They had a beautiful, large wooden rink ...
8 comments:
›
Home
View web version

Who Am I?

My photo
Coal Miner's Granddaughter
I am the 40-ish granddaughter of Frank (see header), a fiddle-playing coal miner from West Virginia. I was born and raised in said state and have lived in Georgia since 1994. I have a wonderful husband, three beautiful kids, one cranky cat, and one anxiety-ridden dog.
View my complete profile
Powered by Blogger.