From concrete and public transportation to bushveld soil and Land Rovers. Finding myself, my heart, and my home inside a small Lowveld village, the wide-open bush, and the soul of a trails guide.
Finding Roots [home]
Home is the tangle of my mother’s northern roots. Home is the pull of my father’s southern tide. Home is complicated: part-beauty, part-conflict. Home is learning to be still.
The Evolution of Place [home]
When I moved to Atlanta, I never expected to stay. This city was just a place, a tangle of Peachtree Streets, glossy cars in narrow lanes, scary neighborhoods south of town, a hyper bar scene, high-end shopping and Southern food.
