Fathers & Sons

Fathers & Sons

When I was a newly minted teenager, I was fairly certain that my father was a lunatic. He was a baffling old man who said the craziest things, things that stressed the importance and sanctity of family. He’d say at the end of the day, a person’s family would be their...
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...
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...
Hurricanes & In-Laws

Hurricanes & In-Laws

Hurricanes and in-laws are two things that have absolutely nothing in common. At least on the surface they don’t. Some people may argue that those two things aren’t too far removed from each other if you measure them by the amount of havoc they can cause in your life....