The Holler’

Before 1010 E. Orange St. and blazing AZ sunsets was West Virginia. Wild and green and wet. I was born in 1985 in a small city called Fairlea before my parents moved to the outskirts of Lewisburg, a one-stoplight town in the southern region of the state. Deep in the mountains by the Greenbrier River,…

Copperheads & Elephant Strings

Imported from Tumblr, Spring, 2019 I am risk-averse in recovery. But I haven’t always been this way. There used to be a time when I delighted in rebellion- something savory and sexy about bold and brash choices, in shocking those around me. A motorcycle-riding boyfriend, a solo trip across the country to see my estranged…