My excursions along backroads always reveal two nostalgic sights: the rusting tin and decaying wood of crumbling barns and old pickup trucks beneath sheds.
No matter how long, no matter how often you travel a road, it’ll surprise you.
Last week an email from my friend, Pat Branning, known for her gorgeous Shrimp, Collards, & Grits cookbooks, sent me on a quest.
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.
Rivers make me say things out loud. As I drive alone over a river I often say its name.
Each Christmas, my mind goes back to a June day in Valdosta, Georgia.