From Neon to Now
In a place called Neon, tucked into the hills of Kentucky, where coal dust floated like stubborn stardust and the mountains stood guard like old saints, a baby cried out during World War II. The world was busy tearing itself apart, but in that narrow valley a mother held new life to her chest and the future exhaled. She was born where train whistles threaded through the hollers, where laundry…











