The British loved to tax, and tax they did—the Sugar Act, the Stamp Act, the Townshend Acts…if you remember your American History, this should all sound pretty familiar. In fact, the reason there are so many big, picture windows in these old, historic Southern homes is because there was a tax on doors, so they …
Continue reading Seduced by Spirits (Georgia…Day 5?)
The ivy wanders; the star shaped leaves open out from the parasitic strength of curling vines that cling to the siding of the old house. They chip away at the flecked lead paint which tumbles to the ground like falling snow, gathering in little piles of dandruff on the earth. An old wagon wheel leans …
Continue reading Eternal Slumber in the Land of Poetry (Georgia…Day 4)
Disaster central. I try to be a good human but it would seem that the Karma gods are still after me. At least, that's how it appears. This morning, I decided to go to Charleston. I made the two hour drive only to discover I had left my wallet behind in Savannah. So back I …
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 …
Continue reading In these Disunited States (Georgia…Day 2)
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 …
Continue reading Georgia…Day 1
The sign above the restaurant says Cafe. Tucked between the frosted mountains, it sits snugly in the valley between a post office, straight from the turn of the century, and a novelty boutique shop full of overpriced nick knacks, custom license plates that never have my name, and bumper stickers with cheesy slogans that begin …
Continue reading Anything will do.
I guess when I think Travel Blog, I think wild adventures, vast explorations, paramount discoveries. But sometimes, it just means working up the strength to get out of bed in the morning. See, travel is about personal growth, not growing the number of stamps in a passport. It's about the time you spend wandering the …
I love the stars that blanket the sky. Their shimmering surfaces, shrouded in winking flames. Perhaps I love them for the secrets they hold. Born from nebulae, living for millions of years before exploding into a supernova, what a glorious name for death. We become spirits that roam the earth, but they shimmer with the …
Continue reading Starry, Starry Night
The Wild Heart of Life 