I knew in my gut that I would carry this with me all my life. The knowledge that empty space could be a hell of a thing.

These days. I relive all the miles I’ve traveled going home again. Places I’ve traveled from like South Florida down Everglades way....

These days. I miss the used to be. The way back when. I miss my Mother bringing in the mail, pouring her tenth cup of coffee, sitting...

These days. My Grandmother and all that she was to me is close at hand. Never more than today when I think of how many years we gathered...

These days. How they slip beneath my feet. Some feeling sturdy like walking on ancient rocks. Others, suddenly, without warning, like the...

These days. I find strange comfort in the simple things. A cast iron pan. A stocked woodpile of seasoned oak. A fireplace or a woodstove...

These days. I’ve been thinking of some doors Those we close and ones we walk through. Doors we pray for and some, well, we’d rather not...

These days. I am thinking of bridges. The seeming majestic miracle of a bridge that carries us across waters or across years and years...

These days. I listen to Gregg Allman sing these words. “I’ve been out walking, don’t do that much talkin’ - these days.” And so it goes....

I was an only child for seven years until my baby sister was born. In those young and formative years my daddy was away in the Army and...

Well, I up and did it. After twenty years in Nashville and sixteen up on the hill I picked up stakes and headed to the coast. Otherwise...