Our Back Porch

Casey

As a little girl growing up in the South, I was in awe of the lovely, perfect front porches framed by columns of big houses in comfortable neighborhoods. But it was my grandparents' back porch,extending from their small, wooden frame house in a modest neighborhood, that beckoned me to sit, sing a tune with my Pap-paw, or listen to the stories that the grown ups shared. The back porch is where the real stories were told, without pretense, gossip, ...Read More

As a little girl growing up in the South, I was in awe of the lovely, perfect front porche...Read More