As a child living in an inner-city of New Jersey, I used to sit outside of our row home, surrounded by concrete, and pray that one day I would have a house with a tree and a yard.  Years ago, Tennessee became HOME and we have been blessed with a home with more than one tree and a yard in which we have planted vegetable gardens and flowers. It is a privilege to plant our roots here (figuratively and literally). 

I am honored to walk alongside my ...