If asked if I’m a Southerner, I say yes. I don’t hesitate. I was born and raised in North Georgia, after all.
When I was ten years old, Saturday nights were television nights. My family would settle around the living room with popcorn or…
My father’s father was born in South Georgia in 1897. Albert Ezra. “Out from Manor,” he’d say…
I visited New York for the first time in December 2001. I’d flown before, a couple of trips to see family and a flight to…
Every few weeks I encounter a minister on the subway. They surprise me, a sudden voice projecting from the far end of…
“You do skies well,” she tells me and I smile a little longer than I should, keeping the compliment for myself before…
My grandfather was a Braves fan. I’m not sure for how long, if he was a fan only after the team arrived in Atlanta, or if…
