You Can Go Home Again After All

You Can Go Home Again After All

This month’s issue of the magazine is about homes and gardens—two things I don’t have a whole lot of experience with. So I’m going to take you in another direction as to what home means to me and talk about something I do have a little experience with—music. I’m a...
“Here, There Be Lions.”

“Here, There Be Lions.”

It’s April in Augusta and everyone who lives here knows what that means—the majestic gates of Augusta National open and our city welcomes people from all over the world to the Masters. It’s a big deal. And all of us locals are pretty proud of it. That being said, on a...
Phoenix Rising

Phoenix Rising

Settle in and let me paint a mental picture for you. A young man in his mid-30s, a man in the prime of his life, a man named Jeff Hadden, sits at a large table in a non-descript office building accompanied only by his lawyer. On the opposite side of the table is a...
Letter to a Fireman’s Wife

Letter to a Fireman’s Wife

Before telling stories for a living paid my bills, I was a firefighter for nearly a decade. I worked in both Richmond and Columbia County and I can tell you without a doubt that despite the danger that accompanied that kind of work, I absolutely loved it. I can also...
Where The Locals Go

Where The Locals Go

I spent most of my early adult life living off Greene Street in Olde Town, hopping from apartment to apartment made from the converted and beautiful old Southern homes just past 4th Street. I loved it there, especially the sense of community. And seeing that Broad...