A look back at how stepping away from higher education, van life, and slow travel inspired a shift from rigid travel guides to a simpler, more personal approach to writing.

Reflections on leaving academia, discovering exquisite mundanity in Greensboro, and rekindling a quiet, genuine love for writing.

A morning harvest of basil, rosemary, and marigolds marks a first experiment with bundling and hanging herbs.

A look back at a memorable summer family camping trip in Idaho sparks a reflection on how van adventures provided a necessary pandemic escape, while today contentment is found in the bungalow garden.

While the tomatoes are taking their time, the backyard garden is officially producing its first cucumbers.

As my parents declutter their family farmhouse, we are settling into our bungalow surrounded by beloved heirlooms, finding the perfect mantel home for my great-grandfather’s brass spittoon.

After a quiet couple of days being under the weather, a return to the routine brings yard work, shed progress, and a meditative afternoon experimenting with ink pressings of garden plants.

A weekend visit with family brought plenty of joyful moments with Fox, a truly unique and unforgettable dog.

A hot summer walk to the library for a DVD and a new book turns into a refreshing downtown break at LeBauer Park, sparking a reflection on Greensboro’s beautifully designed Fisher Park.