To love without knowing how to love wounds the person we love. Thich Nhat Hanh said that. Or something like it. I sat on the river bank this morning. Before the fog had a chance to lift into the sky. Wondering how many people I’ve wounded. Because I didn’t love them right. Because I didn’t
Being a coal miner’s daughter myself, I’m contractually obligated to bring up Loretta Lynn whenever I can swing it. But I’d like to think I’d do it anyway. Even if I weren’t. When you grow up on in a holler like I did, wanting to overcome the mountains with your art, you sometimes think there’s
