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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Packing for a Place I’ve Never Been
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…
