Monthly Archives: August 2013

Hometown of my heart

At a tricky-dicky little intersection today a guy cut me off – nearly crashed up my truck. I don’t have a properly functioning horn, so I was left with only the shoulder shrug and hands upturned, the international sign language … Continue reading

Louisville is for makers

“Who are you?” This question is startling, direct, and generates so much discomfort that it is rarely asked in casual conversation. Instead, other questions are asked: “What do you do?” “Where are you from?” and, in Louisville in particular, “Where … Continue reading

Stepping over graves

It was one of those dark and stormy nights. The rain beat against the windshield with a methodical rhythm. The sound subdued Harrison’s overwhelmed brain, lulling him into a deeply relaxed state. Just as his mind had begun to wade … Continue reading

Nurtured by Louisville

It was by accident that Ashley and I fell in love with Louisville. Having freshly graduated college, we were desperate for a vacation – an adventure, we called it. With little money to spend, we settled on Louisville. It was … Continue reading

I Like it Here

I’m sitting in my bedroom in Germantown, reflecting on my last three-plus years here in Louisville. It’s strange to feel like I’m home. Home. This concept has been a moving target in my life, as I’ve moved from St. Simons … Continue reading