heirloom stories

Last week, I took a road trip to hear the story of a rocking chair. It wasn’t just any rocking chair. It had …

We don’t always realize when we’ve stepped into the middle. For me, it was a humid October day in East Tennessee. I pulled …

This month, I read The Correspondent by Virginia Evans, and it stuck with me. It’s a story told through letters. Just an everyday …

There sits an old farm lantern on the base of our fireplace. Unlikely as it may seem, it has become one of our …