Ever hit a metaphorical brick wall? Me, meet writing a story today. Writing a story today, meet me. My door pictures (and my train pictures) were not taken in Georgia; they were taken in Louisville, Kentucky. I don’t know how Tybee Island got into it,…
The House The first time I saw the house, when I was pledging for my fraternity, I fell in love with it. I’d been stuffed with stories about how haunted it was. They’d told me about the pledges who couldn’t even set foot on the…
Knock On Wood I’m a city gal, born and bred. The idea of living someplace with air I can’t see always kind of gave me the creeps. But that was BC — Before C-19. After that, clean air and no people sounded pretty damn good.…
