I love good wine and the great outdoors. Originally from Atlanta, Georgia. When I grow up, I want to be a gypsy.
Today was the first day back on a trail since leaving the A.T. I pulled my Keens out of the Target sack they've been tied up in since I hatefully
A few weeks ago, I put one foot in front of the other and began the approach trail to the top of Springer Mountain. If I never see another blue
I remember the day I brought my son home. He puked in the car, tucked his tail, and refused to look at me for the rest of the drive. Countless socks,
Call me crazy. Call me nuts. Call me insane. Call me all the names you've ever been too afraid to be. I went into my (first attempt at) freshman
"Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or
I had the privilege of growing up long before it was socially acceptable to give a toddler an iPad. Sure, I had a Playstation (R.I.P. Spyro), but I