garden 2019

I have trouble nailing down my true earliest memory. I know there are people who can easily recite them, but I’m not sure I know exactly which memories came first. I remember standing on my tip toes next to a table that was moved out onto Mamaw and Papaw’s driveway with my mouth open wide... Continue Reading →

Pickens County

It's hard when I'm on a trail not to look around and think of who's been there before. I look up the hill beside me and imagine how the natives might've run criss-cross paths through the trees. This was their land long before anyone carved out trails and nailed markers to tree trunks. I imagine how... Continue Reading →

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