Lets all be pluralists and turn off the TV we’ll seek the common good, embrace diversity there’s more than one way to see, there’s mine and yours through the eyes of me Lets all be moderate and make a bubble bath we’ll keep it cool enough that nobody gets mad and keep your hands where [...] Continue Reading »
(by Levon who is still listening to Tyler James, “It took the fire”) With renewed vigor I’ve come home to Knoxville determined to do something. I still don’t have the what exactly, but I’ve got the where. Kentucky and Virginia are forever our family homes, but this is the place that we’ve come, left, returned [...] Continue Reading »
(by Levon who is listening to Tyler James, “It took the fire”) My heart is full. From the bitterest loss to the strongest bond of togetherness, my heart is just full, and of what I don’t know. We miss someone and there is a void. For moments, the same longing can make a houseful [...] Continue Reading »
“We was running roads together before we could drive” -Gwen “She was really good at flat footing or any kind of dancing” -Caleb “”All us girls wanted to be like her” -Leslie “We was as close as sisters” -Shonna “Mom would take Glen’s hippie van around town with her hair up in a baseball [...] Continue Reading »
“Passing down and looping back” is about family lineage. “People are interconnected, by genes and traits, and we form holes with our individual parts.. that process is interesting because we are often made in one place and given context in another.” We went to a baby shower last weekend and you know [...] Continue Reading »
(by Levon who is listening to Bob Dylan, Mississippi from Love and Theft) Two weekends in a row we’ve gotten to spend in Tazewell, VA. Pretty soon I’m going to get up there and get stuck. That’d be fine.
Just some thoughts and memories, as told by close friends and family members. Eddie was a big joker. If you’d get a broke leg and we’d get a laugh, well you might just get a broke leg. But he didn’t mean any harm. Eddie was fun, and that was his way. Eddie and Bobby Rowe [...] Continue Reading »
It’s good to be home. It’s good to be 60 degrees and be home, I should say. Fondly I remember those last couple of days, burning the last of our wood, purging the cabinets, and trying to dry laundry with a space heater and a woodstove. I baked enough bread and prepared enough quinoa to [...] Continue Reading »