"I don't build my characters, my characters introduce themselves to me at night. Some are my friends, others, not so much. But it is always on their terms, not mine." THE TIN CUP CLAN
“CHRISTMAS” in a CARDBOARD BOX
I was finishing up our next post when I came across this little jewel. I gave it a quick read and realized this is the perfect time of year for a repost. I was saddened as I scanned the words, we all end the year with high hopes for a better year to come. Sadly... Continue Reading →
Wisdom in a “Button Jar”
I want to introduce you to a couple of folk today. No, neither one is in the books, but each had a profound effect on me as a person. Neither were flashy, brash, or loud in any way. As a matter of fact, they’re lives came and went, and the world scarcely took notice. It... Continue Reading →
Ode to the lowly Whistle Pig.
My fellow TCC members. Most of you have gotten used to the fact that some, if not most of our stories, are a bit on the odd side. When I say most, I mean all and let's be real, all of you possess an uncommonly high degree of common sense elsewise you wouldn't be here.... Continue Reading →
The tale of the “Tarr Baby”
I've been thinkin' of late; what with all this bad news circling and swirling about. If a body isn't careful, it may seep into your mind like poison, darkening your thoughts and dreams. Even your very outlook on this precious gift of life; the very life given each of us by a just and Holy... Continue Reading →
HOW TO POLE VAULT OVER A MOUSE TURD, and other useless things.
I've been practicing this writing thing for a few years now, Maybe someday I shall be at the very least mediocre. Alas... I keep pounding away at these blasted keys while rubbing a bald spot into what little hair I have left. From time to time I'll stop, stare at the words in disgust and... Continue Reading →
The Exploits of “Hefer” the Cinnamon Queen.
I'm not often at a loss for words, I believe there are a number of fine folk out there that can attest to that simple statement. However, I must admit I'm just a smidge at a loss pertaining to an ol' girl soon to be known to many as "Hefer." Oh, it's a fine story... Continue Reading →
By Michael Miller Autumn in the hills of East TN is a very special time. The smell of fresh-cut hay hangs heavy in the cool crisp air. Hills and hollers are dressed in their Sunday best; sporting vivid hues of orange, red and gold. An elegant mist hovers at tree-top level, just as a... Continue Reading →
Ahab’s real name was Wendall
Ahab...the name carry's with it a ponderous weight. Scenes of massive wooden ships under full canvas fill our noggins, if we allow ourselves the privilege, we can almost hear the overbearing Captain as he berates the lowly shipmates. With little effort we may go so far as to catch a glimpse of the massive white... Continue Reading →
Just slow down a bit
Wonderful things are growing at the Tin Cup Clan. It's not a story but we just had to share.