Category country living

it’s about the fish

Back before my husband was even officially my boyfriend, he blew off Christmas Eve dinner with my family to fish.  To fish, people.  Not going to lie, I was pretty mad.  We were at the beginning stages of figuring each other out and let’s just say that little episode taught us very valuable lessons about […]

country inner child

My mom grew up in the city of Los Angeles; my dad was a country boy from Pennsylvania.  They met somewhere in the middle while attending John Brown University in Arkansas.  Both passionate about music and in the music program, I like to picture them singing corny duets while shamelessly flirting in front of a […]