The Land that Raised Me

The Blue Ridge mountains. Dudley mountain. Slate hill. Hickory Hill. Charlottesville. Scottsville. My generations have a long history here. The Rivanna River, a mineral smell of mud and dirt and roots, a cool breeze. Sparkles on the water, sparkles on the rocks. Sitting on the roots of a Sycamore tree. Chris Green, Lake Reynovia. Sand and sun, gentle waves lapping my feet. Swim to the dock, dive back in and swim to the buoy rope, Read More