Saturday marks the two-year anniversary of Helene. Forty trillion gallons of water or thirty inches of rain in three days poured down on these mountains. Add some gusting winds of up to seventy miles an hour, and there you have it: Destruction. Devastation. I think of the lines by poet Tracy K. Smith: Livid, the... Continue Reading →
TURNING POINT
She is driving with both hands clenched on the wheel. The cruise control is set five mph over the speed limit. The deep, baritone voice of Johnny Cash echoes through the speakers, I’ve been everywhere man, I’ve been everywhere, as we sing along making up our own lyrics. On our way to the mountains of... Continue Reading →
