A page right out of Americana
My excursions along backroads always reveal two nostalgic sights: the rusting tin and decaying wood of crumbling barns and old pickup trucks beneath sheds.
Devotion at an abandoned home place
No matter how long, no matter how often you travel a road, it’ll surprise you.
A nice mess of collards
Last week an email from my friend, Pat Branning, known for her gorgeous Shrimp, Collards, & Grits cookbooks, sent me on a quest.
LETTER TO THE EDITOR: School Board not listening
It’s as clear and as obvious as the nose on our faces that the school board had finalized plans to consolidate St. Johns and Rosenwald schools.
The rivers of the Southeast I cross
Rivers make me say things out loud. As I drive alone over a river I often say its name.
Things I have left undone
Each Christmas, my mind goes back to a June day in Valdosta, Georgia.