Summer of ‘83. Bob Seger playing on the radio. Little me, standing on the edge of the one lane wooden bridge, looking down to the man...

Today would’ve been a milestone birthday for her…she would’ve been 85. Born on the heels of the Great Depression and in the poor South,...

Maybe becoming is actually unbecoming…letting go of all of the things that are not you so your truth can rise to the surface and shimmer...