Little German girl?

Maybe I did it to promote a wonderfully fun, worthwhile event. Maybe I did it as a small attempt to bridge culture and community.    Maybe I did it because I had a wild hair ('cause trust me, the hair, she was wild…!) Or m a y b e I just did it...

Ain’t too proud to beg, sweet darlin’

A wonderful, local restaurant, The Public House, asked Chattanoogans to honor a mom in their life by writing a poem about her.  In response, I wrote a short tribute to my mother-in-law (for newer readers who might not know, I lost my mom to cancer when I was a...