Musings
I’m a history fanatic, so a long trip through Southwest Georgia did not disappoint. The landscape was dotted with family cemeteries, 200-year-old pecan groves, abandoned
Whew. September has been rich, rich, rich. A writing residency in a sweet little mountain cabin overflowing with books. Paying homage to a Civil Rights
Mama scouted for bookstores in her area that would host me when The Cracker Queen first came out. This is how she indicated that a
Dolly Parton married Carl in this town in 1966. They hold “Dolly Days” each year to celebrate the connection.
I’m still processing the whole TEDx experience, but I promise to give a full report soon. In the meantime, these photos capture some of the
Sometimes the river talks to me on my morning walks. Today she said, “Keep doing what you’re doing.” And then the clouds seconded it. Well,
I keep this old cartoon from The New Yorker in plain view in my writing space. The most common lament I hear from aspiring writers
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