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Family home comings can be a flood of feelings - bits of memories from the good ole days when everything was just as simple as taking it all in. Good I miss those days, and Good God, I'm glad they're gone. How is that possible?  Some of you know, and that's what went into this song. Happy Thanksgiving.  I wish you joy and the peace of acceptance - for what ever your heart has tucked away. Big Love, A. Listen to the single All Of My Heart here on my website player, and follow

“Our family is cursed in Arkansas,” my Mamaw Manis once stated frankly. Her white shock of hair, hazel eyes blazing countenance matched...

Appalachia is pronounced Apple-atcha in the rural southern part of the region, and App-a-lay-sha in the northern most and less rural...

“Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow…” – the Lamentations of Jeremiah 1:12 Reminds me to...

Today was a fun day of tracking in the recording studio with friend and long time client Pete Garfinkel. Pete is celebrating his first...

Advance praise for Amanda Colleen Williams’ Appalachia Kid from Alison Bonaguro, country music critic: Is it possible to inherit the gift...

Do you love to write? Poetry, songs, short stories, essays, even business reports – When you write something, you are not only creating art

I have lots of fond memories of spending Christmas with my family in East Tennessee. This picture is looking out my mamaw's living room...

Memorial Day: In Remembrance of Uncle Larry: an essay by awarded songwriter Amanda Colleen Williams.