Wrestling on Wassaw

I had begun to pace back and forth, back and forth across the faintly moon-lit sand, but nothing seemed to work. Earlier that day on Wassaw Island, it had rained. And on this particular night of July, there was no breeze on the beach at all. In the South, particularly coastal Georgia, this means the bugs…

The Anatomy of Courage

About two years ago, around this time of year, I started my walk to a little upstairs office with two, tiny, old windows. It was an office I had visited many times over the past three years. It was slightly rainy but the sun was shining – the oddity of the weather suited the oddity…

A Letter to My Teacher.

Dear you, It has been a while. Several years, in fact, since you have seen my face in front of you. No longer do I wear the flower barrettes in my hair, sparkly Limited Too shirts, or the braces on my face. I have long since out grown them all. The little denim jacket my…

The Journey and the Destination.

I have come to realize that there is a pattern when it comes to the way Audrey Nix lives her life. When things are going great and life is peachy keen, she is exuberant. Flitting and floating around from thing to thing, almost like a steam-engine train powered by coal doused with Mountain Dew, Starbucks coffee, and…