A couple of weeks ago, we got unintentionally marooned in Raleigh for a few hours. Not the dramatic, flip-a-table kind of delay—just the slow, soul-sapping variety. My baby cousin got tangled up with TSA and missed his flight because he…
The first years of my life were kept warm by a woodstove. If I close my eyes, I can still see Papaw bent over, loading it with split logs. I can even smell that memory.
