thoughts from the riverbank

The people in this town must think I’m crazy. Walking the same streets, up and down, carrying a big leather hobo bag stuffed with a laptop and various books, juggling an orange Yeti cup full of water with an iced coffee , sitting down in random places, jotting down notes in a journal like I…

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stuck on the chattahoochie: learning to let go when there’s no other way

  When it comes to life on the water, I’m down with the idea of it. I mean, I understand the appeal. But the reality of it is something that I struggle with on a continuous basis. Swimming through it, jumping into it, submerging myself under it…I don’t like the way my hair feels after, I…

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