In the Middle (2 of 3).

Start here to read part 1.  I’ve been knocking around these last few weeks in Georgia with a low level weight on my chest and a skim coat of panic in the back of my throat, and if you ask me, I couldn’t tell you exactly why. Our last days in Virginia were...
A Short Love Letter to Here (1 of 3)

A Short Love Letter to Here (1 of 3)

*I wrote this just before we left in the days where we didn’t know where we would live in San Antonio and still in the throes of goodbye. I’ve got lots more to say but we’ve been going like our hair is on fire and I’m a good month behind....
On Goodbye

On Goodbye

It’s hot outside my window right now, with the sun pouring through the trees, painting off kilter patterns on the hardwood. But if you slide down the embankment by the wood shed into the old railroad cut and follow the trail straight back to the civil war era stones,...
Goodbye Baby Roots

Goodbye Baby Roots

We’ve made our home in the woods for just shy of three years, and so, as these things go, it is time we pull up our baby roots this summer and make our way to San Antonio, Texas. You heard it right, my Texas-flag tattooed, Rudy’s BBQ obsessed, cowboy boot wearing,...