I started this to catalog a journey. An uprooting. My move from New York City to North Carolina. And all of the hilarity that would ensue when trading city for country, kale for collards, a home of ten years for the idea of another. For love, for sweet tea. For one two-bedroom bungalow and a giant dog.
Then my mother died.
I never meant for it to be a grief blog. But here we find ourselves.
Now even more a journey. Now even more uprooted.
Only now there are more trees.
Read if you please, and thank you.
Call your mother.