Growing up in the South, there was one thing that everyone seemed to have in common—a front porch. It was our collective window to our world. We would relax there as a family or sometimes even alone to watch the day’s events go by. They made up the crazy quilt that defines our lives. This collection of my memories takes you to a place beyond that old front porch. A place where you may laugh…you may cry…but you just may find a reflection of yourself!