Cinderella has been on my mind and heart for, oh, four or five months now. My 15 year old character Taya wrote an essay based on her story and last night my girls… Read More
It knows I need it’s creeks and a yard in which to play. It knows that, when my car has broken down on the side of the road, I need a friendly stranger to pull over and offer assistance. It knows that, when dark falls, it’s time to sleep and that businesses should still be closed on Sundays. Its overgrown peach and apple trees, its’ red clay in Georgia and cotton fields downhome, these things bring me comfort. It’s a bit of a fanciful notion, being overcome by a sense of geography, but we’re all a little starry eyed down here. Maybe that’s because our cities sleep and the stars are bright in our small towns.