I left Bern and came back home to North Carolina last summer. You probably think I was crazy to leave Europe. Yeah, I kinda was. Let's just say that dealing with a mental illness in a foreign country is a specific kind of  challenge. Anyway, I'd been struggling with a pretty bad depression, so I…

Winter. A true Southerner knows it better than anyone. We respect winter. Because we recognize exactly where it fits into the calendar year. It doesn't. It is so brief and so unpredictable that it hardly qualifies as a bonafide season at all.  But even though the unusual cold and precipitation might last just a few measly…

 And it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them completely without complete understanding.Norman MacLean   A River Runs Through It There are slimy chunks of hotdog pieces in my sweatpants pocket as I sit here writing. They're leftover treats from the walk I took this morning with…