When I was in my early 20s, I took a bus to New York City for no reason other than to do it.
I spent my last night in Italy eating a DiGiornio at a small table in a rustic AirBnB cottage.
Florida’s ‘Forgotten Coast’ is by turns breathtaking and frustrating, with the soul of a mysterious old moll.
Childhood memories, skimboarding fails and mild thalassophobia on the Carolina coast.
The delicate balance of tartness and sweetness.
An ill-fated camping trip to James Island has one lesson to teach: listen to meteorologists.
A trip to Florida’s Emerald Coast bookends a writer’s ‘younger years’
Tucked away in the mountains of Western North Carolina is one of the most intense high school football rivalries in the nation.
A trip to a Confederate general’s death site raises questions about who — and what — should be celebrated.
A trip to Yellowstone’s Hayden Valley proves that nature is gracefully indifferent to humanity’s gaze.
‘Come and see Port Royal — come late in April or in May or June — when the crops are growing, the flowers blooming, the birds singing, the placid lake-like river just rippling into smiles. You shall dream yourself in Geneva…’
‘I’ve lived in Jamaica, Cleveland, all over. But every time I leave Marfa and come back, everything flattens back out. It’s like the clock slows down.’