by John Pridgen (Author)

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!