Marshall

Another Trip, Another time

I backed My Life’s Editor’s molten orange CRV into a post yesterday in St. Augustine.

Five years ago, My Life’s Editor and I unloaded half our books and all our brown furniture.

Friends would be surprised to hear that I am not a patient person at core.

In my youth and early adulthood, I mentally walled off my cherished noble south from slavery and racism.

The Everglades National Park is a vast expanse of tannin-tinted water and green mangroves.