Trust the Path
One morning a few days after last month’s snowstorm, I hopped into our all-wheel-drive Subaru and buckled my seatbelt, off to WriterHouse in Charlottesville. I pointed the car down the mountain road, which had not been plowed. Over night, slushy snowmelt had frozen...
Dune on a Snowy Weekend
Snow flurried around the gas station near Afton Mountain while I filled the truck on my way home from a meeting of our writing group in Charlottesville last Thursday. The color radar indicated a large swath of snow but most was evaporating before hitting the...
One Resolution
Yesterday after church, Keith and I sat down to a meal of brats, black-eyed peas (actually a high fiber bean), greens, and cornbread. Though a born-and-raised New Englander, I began to follow this cultural tradition after moving to the South several years ago....