There is a brief, fleeting, and perfect period of weather in Georgia each year right about now. The air smells fresh and renewed, as if it is just as relieved for the decline in humidity and the ability to move about more freely. The leaves have not...
There is something special about the stillness of morning, the quiet hum of dawn. It is as if the Earth gets one last, long cat stretch--reaching her arms way up to the sky, arching her back, and curling her toes--just before she is consumed by...
Courage begets Courage I need to let you in on a little secret. Sometimes I forget that you're here. Sometimes--as odd as it may sound--I forget that I pour my heart out onto open pages on my computer and then publish them for all of you...
