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 →