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In a nutshell

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Up the road a few miles from work, there’s a big swath of state land, abutting the Chattahoochee River. Jenn and I took a…

The Heat Is On

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My back is sore. My knees ache. My fingers are raw. The pain is worth it, though, as we warm ourselves by the fireplace…

Park Place

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Picture a dead-end street in a quiet neighborhood. Flowering pear trees line the sidewalk for the length of the street, which is one city…

Train of Thought

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He seemed like such a gentleman, until he slammed those keys down on the counter. “If you want your damn car, go get it…

Burnin’ love

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We were pulling away from a recent visit with the extended family, and we rolled down the window to say another goodbye to a…

Pod. Cast.

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The room is dark, our forms lit by the glow of the impossibly large screen. We’re colored blues and grays and the other cool…

Whole in the Garden

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“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.” Words from Sigmund Freud, unlikely patron of horticulture, set the tone for…