And so, it commences…

The brightest, most blessed season of the year. My heart has been leaning into it for weeks, friends. But the miracle of the first dawning of Advent never ceases to catch me off guard–can it really have come again? The earliest tasks of the season always bear...

A Goodly Heritage

Thanksgiving, like any other beloved memorial with which the years are reckoned, has its own certain types, its venerable standard of ‘brightest and best’ against which each year’s observance is weighed. They may all—or most—be cherished in our hearts, a mellow,...

Storied Lives

It was a glorious November day, stark and long-shadowed as only South Georgia can make it. The road we traversed was a familiar one—as familiar as the drive to my own home—and every field and house and stand of pines was a familiar friend. Even the red dirt roads...

Best Intentions

After an insanely busy week that crash landed in illness, the post I’d been weaving in my head never actually made it to the page. As my mother is always faithful to remind me, “life is what happens when you had other plans”. Nevertheless, I thought...

Sweet Delights

A re-post from a year ago…simply because I’m feeling so nostalgic. And so wistful over the thought of absent friends that I can’t help it… It is the burnished season. At last. The sheep and goats amble across the pasture these late afternoons...