There is a need to discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.

There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.

A red brick Presbyterian church... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.

There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.

The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.

These are things that give you peace of mind and joy. We want to laugh. We want to revel in something that tastes great.