The Dying Town’s Future

Within a few months’ time, everything has changed. Several businesses were forced to close their doors as COVID-19 infiltrated not only the cities but the rural communities as well. There will most likely be some businesses that never open their doors back up in the big cities of Louisville, Kentucky or Washington D.C., but I wonder how many will keep their doors closed in Green County, Kentucky.

Over the last year or so, there have been a few new businesses come in – Green River Live, The Caterpillar Crossing, Rock Bottom Wholesale – but there have been several that closed as well, including IGA. One business opens, another closes – that seems to be the pattern. There are fields of rubble that were once factories … most of them closed their doors and headed overseas for cheaper labor. Most people drive by the fields and probably don’t pay much attention to them because it’s just part of the scenery they have come accustomed to. To me, it’s a cemetery of lost hope. A field of lost dreams. A place where people lost their livelihoods.

There’s some people who are afraid of growth in these communities, because they are afraid of what it will bring. In some ways, I can understand that. Some see increased crime rates, drugs, alcohol and all of the flaws a city might have. Right now, when I look at these communities, I love the people and sense of fellowship, but I hate knowing that my children will have to move away in order to find a decent job and gain some experience. We’re so used to working in factories and being paid so little with crappy benefits that we forget there’s a world out there with jobs that don’t require us to sacrifice our health and well-being for a little bit of money. There are jobs where we don’t have to live paycheck to paycheck. Maybe some people will think it’s just fed from greed, but I disagree. We have one life to live, so why are we choosing to be prisoners tied with constraints of minimum wage jobs with benefits that are a joke? Life is short. Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. We just need to decide to break the bonds that are holding us back.

As the economy is allowed to open back up, I will shop the small businesses in Green County as well as the surrounding counties because I know they will need all of my support along with the support of our communities. The owners of these businesses have poured their lifesavings into opening their doors. They pour a ton of time, effort and energy into them with the hope they will succeed. Every time a new business opens, I hold that hope in my heart for them as well. You see, they were brave enough to chase their dreams and believed in our community enough to start a business. We can take our hard-earned money and spend it in bigger chain stores and restaurants as we pass by the places in our own community, but we are failing the small towns we love.

Maybe you read this and think you can’t make a difference … you’re just one person … one family. Maybe so … but, in order to keep breathing life into our town, it takes each of us doing our part … including you. Individually we are small, but together we are big enough to make a difference in the lives of the small businesses who need us. Maybe the thought has flitted through your mind that it’s not going to help you out, so why bother? That might be true, but I’m not thinking about the right now … this very second … I’m thinking about the future. The future of these towns for your children, my children … our grandchildren. Think bigger than I or me. We don’t get up and go to work every single day for ourselves. We do it for the people we love. You can make a difference. You just have to choose to.


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Dearest Self-Doubt

There’s a voice that whispers through my mind at times telling me my dreams are silly. That I’ll never make it. It makes me wonder if other people watch me chasing my dream and think the same thing. How long has she been writing? She hasn’t made it yet. Why does she keep writing? It will never happen. It’s a voice that sounds eerily like my own, and I try to block it out. It’s easy to listen to the voice of self-doubt.

So, dearest self-doubt, maybe there are some people out there that watch us dreamers and think we’ll never make it. Sometimes success isn’t obtained in a short amount of time. It takes work, consistency, learning and growing, and the determination to keep at it regardless of what others think. Most singers, famous authors, athletes, actors/actresses, etc. faced adversity at some point when they were chasing their dream, but they didn’t give up. I hear you, dearest self-doubt, but I’m not listening. You will kill more dreams than any living, breathing person. Instead, I’m taking a deep breath and pressing on.

You can whisper through my mind, trying to taint my thoughts, but I’m stronger than you. I have stories to tell, so I’m going to write them down and churn them out because there’s a stronger voice inside me telling me I can do it. There will be moments where I fail and that’s ok. I will learn from it, and I will keep going. Dreams are meant to be chased. Dreams are meant to be fought for.

I choose to write regardless of the negative tentacles you weave through my mind because I won’t let you win. I won’t be defeated. This is my life, and I’m ready to conquer it.


The Dying Town

In South Central Kentucky, two hours north of Nashville, Tennessee, an hour and half southeast of Louisville, Kentucky, there’s a small, rural town that’s always dying. Hence the title, The Dying Town. You might be wondering what I mean. Can a town really, truly be dying? The answer is: yes. In order to revive it, we need some help, not just from our community, but from other places far from the little town tucked away in the heart of Kentucky. We need you. Yes, you! We need you to help spread the word about The Dying Town that we want resurrected.

Through the years, we have seen businesses spring up with hope in their hearts, and most of the folks in these parts are wondering how long they will make it. Six months? If they’re lucky, maybe a year? We have seen so many businesses come, then fade away into nothing. Old, empty buildings are decaying on the side of Highway 61. There’s a new business that’s opened up in The Dying Town, and we want them to succeed, but the reality is that we need help outside of our community.

I attended a concert in Summersville, Kentucky (The Dying Town) last night, and I have been to several venues in various states. You see, I’m a ramblin’ rose, I like to explore different places, see new things, and just experience life. I have been to the Yum Center in Louisville, Kentucky, Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky, Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, TN, the Nutter Center in Fairborn, Ohio, the Capital One Arena in Washington, D.C., and Bankers Life Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana to name a few. Up until last night, Ryman Auditorium in Nashville had been my favorite venue because it was smaller than the big venues with a crazy amount of people and nosebleeds seats at a ridiculous price. If I am going to pay to see a live concert, I want to actually be able to see the artist, which doesn’t mean on some massive screen hanging from a ceiling or by the stage. Ryman Auditorium felt like you were right there with the artist performing, and guess what, Green River Live was so much more than that. It was a small venue with great, comfortable seats that was laid back, fun, and truly enjoyable.

I had the pleasure of seeing the son of Lorrie Morgan and the late Keith Whitley perform, Jesse Keith Whitley, and he was great. When he sung his dad’s song, ‘Tell Lorrie I Love Her’, and his mom, Lorrie Morgan came out and hugged him – that was it for me. I was done and my heart ached for them both, and to see the love the mother and son have for each other echoed within me because it made me think of my boys. Here’s the video of the performance:

Performed by Jesse Keith Whitley

To top it off, Lorrie Morgan, performed and I loved her music before, but I love it even more now because the chick is hilarious! I didn’t think I would go to a concert for comedic relief, but it happened, and I loved it. Here is a video, which showcases a small piece of her humor.

Lorrie Morgan at Green River Live in Summersville, KY.

How can you NOT love her, right? So, help a The Dying Town be resurrected and check a few places out in Summersville, Kentucky, and share this post to get the word out. Not only is there Green River Live, but we have the Skyline Drive-In, which you can see two movies for $7 for adults and $4 for a child, and the concession stand won’t break your pocketbook. Grab a bite to eat and browse the goodies at The Caterpillar Crossing. We are also near Green River Lake if you like to fish or just take a cruise on the lake. You can also rent kayaks or canoes and float down the river. There are cabins for rent near the paddle trail in Greensburg, Kentucky, and I promise, it will be one of the most peaceful, nicest counties you have ever visited.

Here are a few websites:

Green River Live:
Skyline Drive-In:
The Caterpillar Crossing:

Here is a romance novel based in Kentucky:

Lorrie Morgan and Randy Hayes – Don’t Close Your Eyes by Keith Whitley


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Oh, Scotland, How I Miss Thee..

Coast of Scotland

Less than a month ago, I was lucky enough to visit Ireland, Scotland and England. I absolutely loved, loved, loved Scotland. If I wasn’t married to my wonderful, incognito redneck, I would’ve begged some poor, unfortunate Scottish soul to marry me just so I could’ve stayed. Instead, I tried to soak in every single second of it while I was there, almost cried when I left, and started looking toward the future of when I would be back.

Coast of Scotland – Rabbies Tours

I did a day tour with Rabbies Tours and visited Alnwick Castle and the Scottish Coast. The views were amazing, there was plenty of time to stroll around the castle, venture into the towns, and fill your camera with amazing photos. I stayed in Edinburgh at the Hilton, which was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. I love the cobblestone streets, the bakeries, stores, and restaurants that line the streets. The local people are super friendly, which is a major bonus in my book. I really detest jerks, which is why I live in a small community where people still wave at you when you drive by or check on you while you are out for a walk – just to make sure you don’t need a ride. Yeah, my little town rocks, too. I was lucky to get my incognito redneck to put a ring on it. I love the little town where he grew up, which has become our home.

Our Country Livin’

If you’re wondering why I call him my incognito redneck it’s because my husband looks normal, dresses like any normal human being, doesn’t own a single pair of overalls, has all of his teeth, doesn’t chew on ‘baccer, but … he has redneck tendencies that come out from time to time when he fixes stuff around the house. Just sayin’.

So, if you have the opportunity to visit Scotland, I’d tell you to go for it. Life is about pursuing your dreams, no matter how crazy everyone thinks they are, making memories that will last a lifetime, and living your best life. Take the trips, taste the food, soak in the different culture and just … live. Chase your rainbow, ladies and gents. Always.

Edinburgh, Scotland

Much love, y’all!


Ramblin’ Misfit

It seems like forever since I’ve been on here. The last few months have flown by for this girl. I was on the road most of February – hit 11 states for work in 10 days. Then I spent almost a week in Arkansas. Here’s a few snaps from the work trip(s).


In-between all of the traveling that month, my son turned 16 – EEK! I’m still trying to get used to being in a car with him driving. My dad and sister are trying to get used to it as well. They even prayed before getting in the car with J. I can’t say that I blame them…

My dad turned 60. So, I flew to Maryland and back to Ohio the same day to surprise my son and my father with surprise parties. Each one thought it was for the other one. Needless to say, it was worth it. I was tired from all of the traveling and work stuff I had going on, but everything I do in my life is for my family. Jobs will come and go, co-workers will flit in and out of your life, some friends will be there one minute and gone the next, but family is family – there for you through it all.

My family are the ones who see the sides to me that I don’t share with very many people. I keep a solid line between my work life and my home life – so friends from work are VERY rare. Then I’ve been on the move most of my life since my dad was in the military, so the walls are up and I find myself being guarded and not really getting close to too many people outside of my circle of family.

Now, I’m enjoying a small reprieve from traveling before I hit the road again. I’m pretty excited about the next few months. Vacation is right around the corner, which means I will be in Ireland, Scotland and England in no time. I work hard, then play hard. Life is about creating moments and memories, which is what I do. I don’t want to get to the end of my life and wish I would’ve visited new places or tried new things. I don’t always fit into the normal cliques, but this ramblin’ misfit ain’t missing a thing.

I hope y’all have an awesome day. I managed to get back into the whole gym/jogging scene, so I’m smelling a little ripe at the moment. Ha!

Much Love,




I happen to live in a small town where we have one caution light in the county and alcohol is non-existent. Before moving here, I didn’t realize there was such a thing as a dry county where alcohol isn’t sold anywhere – it’s not sold in grocery stores, restaurants and not a single liquor store is within our county lines. It almost feels like stepping into the past. Not. Even. Kidding. Your neighbors still wave at you as you drive down the road, people still like to stop and talk your ear off, and most of the folks around here can tell you they are related to you by some distant relation.

Growing up, I moved from place to place every few years, so whenever anyone asked me where home was, I didn’t really know how to answer it. Should I tell them Arizona because that is where my parents spent most of their lives? Do I tell them Germany since I spent most of my childhood years there? Or should I tell them Maryland since I graduated from high school there? I’m happy to announce that I no longer wonder how I should answer that particular question. Kentucky is home. It’s where my heart is and that’s really what home is all about.

I might live in the middle of nowhere and have to drive a good thirty minutes to get a gallon of milk, but I still manage to travel. Some of family likes to call me Ramblin’ Rose because I’m always on the go. I’m not scared to drive across state lines, I can drive in Washington D.C., Puerto Rico or anywhere else I decide to go. I think it is important for my boys to see other places and other cultures because just because people live differently it doesn’t mean one is right and one is wrong – it’s just different.

Sometimes we have a tendency to quickly judge other people, which I try not to do. I think everyone has the right to live their life they want to as long as it isn’t hurting anyone else. In my opinion, I believe we are here to love each other and to be kind. I don’t want to be the one to pass judgement and cast stones. I just want to live my life, make the best memories I can, love hard, live harder and be at peace.


I love my family, and I love the memories we have made together. I love looking back at pictures of my son running away from the waves because I can remember his laugh and his smile. I work hard to give him and his brother a life with these kind of memories, and I feel so blessed. Life. Sweet, sweet life. Build it around people you love and who love you back, folks.

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