Early 2000s…Northwest Tennessee. The two of us. Two jobs each, and a little freelance newspaper writing gig on the side for me. By day, I...

It was really a peninsula, but I suppose somewhere along the way, someone thought ‘Marina Island’ sounded better than ‘Marina Peninsula.’...

Sunday mornings…circa early 1980s. My Great-Great Aunt Coy’s house. Savannah, Tennessee. The Southern gospel music hums through the...