A Bit About the Author

“That sinuous Southern life, 
that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, 
that warm thick air and blood warm sea, 
that place of mists and languor and fragrant riches..." 
~ Anne Rivers Siddons, Colony

I'm a Southern writer, born and bred in the deep south state of Georgia. Growing up, I couldn't wait to leave, head someplace more sophisticated and less “backwoods”. I wanted to travel the world, see the wonders, and leave this old, boring place behind. As of this writing I'm one year shy of 40 and I've lived in Georgia all my life.

While I have traveled a little, most of my time has been spent in the South. A few years ago, my husband and I left our home in Metro Atlanta and relocated to Savannah in the Deep South. We love this city, its people, and all the quirk that comes from being a port/college/military/tourist town. We meet people on a daily basis from all over the world! So many different cultures are alive and well in Savannah and there are plenty of places to go to “escape” the South, if we feel so inclined. The funniest thing to me is that although we're in the deep, old South, we are two of the very few people we know and meet who are actually from the South. So many of our friends and coworkers, the people we meet when we go out, are from other regions and other countries.

During the summer of 2016, I took a sabbatical from both writing and from posting on this blog. I thought long and hard about the direction of my writing. Why was I writing? What stories did I want to tell? How could I encourage and communicate with others through these stories? For years I'd harbored a desire to write about my memories of growing up Southern. Through a month-long clean out of a large stack of writing files, I found essays, recipes, craft projects, and a book rough draft that rekindled that desire. Because of that month of cleaning and that rediscovered pile of papers, my writing direction and the direction of this blog turned down a brand new path.

And it was covered in red, Georgia clay.

I've made peace with my Southern heritage. I'm not at all sorry that I've stayed here and I'm happy to be living in the Hostess City of the South. My husband and I both have wonderful jobs and we live 20 minutes from the Atlantic Ocean. We're happy to sink our roots deeper into this rich, swampy earth.

There are myriad cliches about the south and her people. As I like to say, cliches are cliches for a reason. Come visit me and I can show you every single one of them - well, except for the guy who describes the tornado. I'm not sticking around for that. All those redneck jokes and Civil War horrors aside, the South is filled with beauty, majesty and magic. I've heard it compared with those old places of fairy tales and I must agree. Here things are larger than life, the trees reach the clouds and their roots wrap around seeds and bones. It's beautiful and deadly, serene and horrible, sacred and gritty. We're an old people, old souls, and we're slow. We're fierce and welcoming. We drawl and we dawdle and we sip and we rock. We're the cliches and the unexpected, the front porch tall tales and the backyard BBQs. We're haunted and backward and modern. We are lost and found..

The South is about memories, thousands of them. And stories. It seems that we're all born storytellers. But the only ones I can share with you are my own. I grew up Southern, I live Southern and I'll probably die Southern.

And you know what? That's perfectly fine by me.

After moving to Savannah I discovered a leaning towards horror. My loves of folklore and mythology came home to roost and both are perfectly content to perch in ancient, wizened oaks overlooking cobble-stoned streets and moss-draped marshes. Though my stories may put my characters into supernatural situations or whisk them off to strange and unfamiliar lands, their roots are firmly planted here, in the South. It's who I am and it shows up through my fingers, into my characters. I don't really think they mind.

Ramble on,

(08 August 2016, Savannah, GA
updated 29 March, 2017)

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