More Than I Ever Expected- Happy Anniversary to A Porch and A Pen
Tomorrow marks one year since I launched this little blog. One year since I opened the porch and set my words out into the world without knowing what would come of it. I only knew I needed somewhere to put the things I’d carried: grief, memory, family, healing, and the quiet work of trying to become myself again. In twelve months, this porch has grown into something I never could have predicted. My words have been read by well over 100,000 people. Four pieces have been published globally. […]#appalachianstorytelling — Public Fediverse posts
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“Sissy, Don’t Do Nothing Bad.” Her Final Warning, Her Final Love
Three years later, I’m still carrying the last words my mom ever spoke to me... “My baby girl” and “Sissy, don’t do nothing bad.” She knew her leaving could break me. -
When You Don’t Know What to Do, Just Do Something
Sometimes you’re too overwhelmed to know what you need. Connie’s sister Bobbie didn’t ask - she just did something, and it meant more than she knew.https://lauraleacupp.wordpress.com/2026/06/01/when-you-dont-know-what-to-do-just-do-something/
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Sobriety, Honesty, and the Life I Choose Now
Old habits still knock sometimes but I don't answer the door. I choose the life God rebuilt in me.https://lauraleacupp.wordpress.com/2026/05/31/sobriety-honesty-and-the-life-i-choose-now/
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A Truth Buried in My Phone
I found a note buried in my phone — words I wrote 18 months after losing my mom and 4 after losing my dad. Reading them now reminded me how quietly a person can be falling apart while looking fine. And right under those words was a line that stopped me cold: “Y’all, I tried.”https://lauraleacupp.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/a-truth-buried-in-my-phone/
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Applebee’s, Grandparents, and Global Readers
From Little Indian Creek to London to Indonesia—my porch stories are finding readers around the world. Thank you for pulling up a chair, wherever you are The Cupp household took a breath. Four whole days of it. After weeks packed tight with repairs, rentals, and the kind of work that leaves your bones humming, Berry and I finally hit pause. And we didn’t waste a minute. Friday afternoon was Peggy-time, easy conversation, porch laughter, the kind of visit that reminds you why you keep […]https://lauraleacupp.wordpress.com/2025/10/13/applebees-grandparents-and-global-readers/