Maggie tipped her hat. “You coming back, or you gonna be a stranger?”
As I sit here, reflecting on the summer of my life, I am reminded of the words of the great poet, Robert Frost: "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by." For me, that road led to a summer of unbridled freedom, music, and romance with the most beautiful and charming country chicks I had ever laid eyes on. My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks...
Leaving signaled the end of a transformative chapter. The lingering scents of the outdoors and the memory of the wide-open landscape remained long after the bags were packed. Maggie tipped her hat
Taking the 4x4s out after a flash storm to see who can make it through the "impossible" bog. The lingering scents of the outdoors and the
I can’t tell you everything that happened. Some secrets belong to the fireflies. But I will say this: one night, the old tobacco barn did catch a little lightning strike. And while Sarah was on the phone with the volunteer fire department, the four of us—Maggie, Dixie, June, and me—stood in the rain watching the embers float up to heaven.