First Morning on the Porch
If I’d known the ocean could sound like this, I might have come sooner.Back home in Pine Mountain, the mornings are all about the soft hum of cicadas, the thud of someone’s screen door, and…
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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…
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Weekly Postcard: The Road to Maine
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…
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Why I’m Leaving Georgia (for Now)
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…
