“Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.” —Gloria Steinem
Words are powerful and have an ability to connect and grow people, to breed kindness and deep thinking. Words are the writer’s fabric that builds bridges across cultures, countries, and times. I’m happy you’re here to share in these words and foster a space of creativity. So, grab a cup of tea! You can relax here.
The funny thing about stories, about big, culminating moments, is that it’s hard to pinpoint their actual beginnings—the pivot in a chain of events that led to one particular outcome occurring over an infinite number of others. Years ago, I was snuggled up in a cabin surrounded by snow in Yosemite National Park, reading Gregory … More 900 Smoky Mountain Miles
On Tuesday night, I updated my tracking log where I mark which Smoky Mountain trails I have completed as part of my journey to hike them all. I have just over 200 miles left to go and close to 600 miles finished. I haven’t been the greatest about documenting each of the trips up to … More Trail Song 1: Wet Bottom, Cooper Road, Beard Cane, & Ace Gap Trails (16.3 miles)
On March 1, 2021, I sat in my car outside the Sevier County Health Department for the required 15 minutes to ensure I didn’t have an allergic reaction to the Covid-19 vaccine a woman had just injected into my arm. My eyes brimmed with tears—after so much time isolated in a town that still felt new to me … More January/February: Isolation/Belonging
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