Granny’s Kitchen Taught Me Everything About Writing

Over the holidays, I moved from my very urban home of twenty years in Atlanta to a suburb with trees, open spaces, even a horse pasture. A ripple of something new was headed my way. It began with the year before when I turned off a highway and drove a curvy country road. My shoulders relaxed and I actually had thoughts of leaving the city. I was in need of a place where the air was fresh, where the only noises were birds, wind in the trees, and the occasional dog barking.

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