That Old Roy Magic
2014-01-07
I am deaf. DEAF, I TELL YOU. I am at Dad’s, forcing him to actually help make a plan for our March-April jaunt to the Natchez Trace. For the next two days, here’s how every conversation will go:Continue Reading
A Road Not Taken
2014-01-06
1999. I had an idea. The internet was an unwieldy behemoth few people understood.
Especially me.
Still, my idea gnawed at my insides. Pounded on the underpinnings of my skull. I nurtured it for weeks, before finally speaking it aloud.Continue Reading
A Mother of a Snowball
2014-01-05
Growing up in South Carolina, I probably saw snow a handful of times in my formative years, always a wet, slushy mess. On my fourteenth birthday, it snowed several inches. I remember getting out and playing in it with my then-boyfriend.Continue Reading