The Long Road North
The thing about road trips is they rarely feel like the movies. Nobody bursts into song at the state line, the gas stations don’t always have clean bathrooms, and the miles stretch on longer than…
The thing about road trips is they rarely feel like the movies. Nobody bursts into song at the state line, the gas stations don’t always have clean bathrooms, and the miles stretch on longer than…
Dear friends, The miles between here and there stretch longer than I ever imagined. I’ve watched pine forests give way to mountains, farmland, then rivers and bridges that seemed to go on forever. Each state…
I’ve always thought of myself as a decent packer. Church retreats? I could fit three days of clothes, a Bible, a quilt, and a tin of brownies into one rolling suitcase. Family vacations? I was…
If you’d asked me a year ago if I’d ever leave Georgia, I would have laughed, the kind of laugh you only give when you’re sure of yourself. Georgia is home. It has been for…