In these Disunited States (Georgia…Day 2)

This is a ghost story.  A story about spirits and the memories they leave behind them.  Because here in Savannah, ghosts are everywhere—there are skeletons in every closet. You pull open the doors and the bones come tumbling out, sending up a plume of dust to be swept beneath the Persian rug that warms the …

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Georgia…Day 1

While my feet are firmly planted in the California soil, my roots extend throughout the prairied fields of those flyover states. This is home. And I didn’t realize how much I had missed it until I stepped foot off the plane and breathed in the honeysuckle sweet scent of open air. Driving down the highway …

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