I’d had a girls’ day with my friend. I remember exactly the old house turned gift shop we were in, the painted muted yellow woodwork and creaking wooden floors. The sample of fancy honey mustard on a pretzel stick tasted like heaven and I bought a jar because it made me feel fancy. I felt …
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My father was a tender hearted man. He would frequently share stories with me about his growing up on Rockmart Road in Rome, Georgia. When we would visit Rome, he would take me to places he had talked about; a sort of drive by illustration. Each time he would reminisce he got a certain sound …
It was the last few hours before I headed off to the airport, leaving behind roots dug deeper than ever before in my hearts’ adopted home in South Korea. The past three weeks had me walking out the front door of my hotel and turning right towards the subway station. I had a plan and …
Sarah was one of the first people I connected with before I came to Korea. I had researched online communities centered around Korea in an effort to form intentional friendships that I could foster when I arrived on Korean soil. We zoomed called, I “attended” her church on my couch in Kentucky and exchanged messages …
I’d just left my friend after lunch and set my sights on taking a walk toward the subway. I had a couple of hours to wage before afternoon tea with another friend. I glanced over toward a low marble ledge and saw her sitting quietly looking down, lost in thought, as she ate. I need …