I named this line the Coal Miner’s Daughter Collection because it’s personal — it’s family.
The man that raised me, known by everyone as “Bull”, "Pappy", or simply "Dad" worked in the coal mines for as long as I can remember. He doesn’t work the mines anymore, but he raised me right alongside my Nana.

He is the reason my childhood was so good — steady, strong, loving, and always working hard to give us the best life he could. When I think of coal mining, I don’t just think of the industry. I think of him — his hands, his stories, his grit, and the pride he carried from a lifetime underground.

This collection is my little tribute to him
— and to all the coal miners who carried their families on their shoulders and their communities in their hearts.