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Spitting out jerky during a taste test on live national TV isn’t desirable, but it’s more desirable than throwing up on live tv. 

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May 13th: A Day That Holds More Than One Kind of Love

May 13th is a shared birthday for three people I love — two still here to celebrate, and one gone who left a space no one else can fill.

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Buy A Porch And A Pen (Laura Lea Cupp) a Coffee

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If you’re exhausted by the political circus and the team‑spirit fighting, I’ve got a new piece up. Red team, blue team… no room on my swing. (via Red Team, Blue Team, No Room on My Swing)

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Six Years Sober: From Wreck to Resurrection

What looked like the end became the beginning—wreck to resurrection. November 9th is stitched into my bones. Six years ago, I shouldn’t have

Six years sober: from wreck to resurrection. I shouldn’t have walked away from that crash. Cracked jaw, broken neck, stroke, and two deaths on paper. But I did walk away—and I laid the bottle down. This post is about survival, sobriety, and the kind of grace that shows up when everything else breaks.

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Love, Scars, and Survival: Our Family’s Story of Brittle Diabetes

November is National Diabetes Awareness Month, a time when stories like my family’s matter most. Diabetes isn’t just shaky hands and weaknes

My holler truth: brittle diabetes and survival. This is about my dad. About the midnight glucose battles, the fear that crept in quiet, and the love that steadied us when numbers didn’t. It’s not a tidy story. It’s a porch story—gritty, but sacred.

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An Unfamiliar Road to a Familiar Face

Natchez Trace Parkway. This is pretty much the view the entire way. Y’all know Berry and I like to burn gas. If you’ve been reading along, y

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Maps Stretch, But Friendship Holds

Berry and his best friend, Steve Young We pulled into Hamburg, Arkansas around three in the afternoon. Steve and Crystal had moved down ther