The Day our Skillet Went Cold
Each year on January 27, I re-post my tribute to my grandmother Tom. She will be missed as long as I’m living.
Each year on January 27, I re-post my tribute to my grandmother Tom. She will be missed as long as I’m living.
I fried over 80 chickens in my backyard over the course of the snowiest winter in decades in Georgia,
Irma crashed her way through Georgia and took much of the electricity with her.