I grew up in a modern 1970’s neighborhood, and I lived for those days of summer when we’d pile into the car and head to my Mee-maw’s farm in Armuchee, Georgia. It felt like pure heaven as a bunch of us cousins rode horses bare-back down through the bottomland, plucking blackberries and hunting arrowheads along the Oostenaula River. In the evenings, I’d sit very still out on the porch, listening to my kinfolks indulging in that wonderful southern tradition of oral storytelling. Their stories were fabulous, truly stranger than fiction, and I was collecting them like lightning bugs.
In addition to telling stories, my favorite things include reading good books, listening to country music, painting pictures, coffee with friends, people watching, and spending time with my husband, children and their menagerie of furry creatures.
Julie died in 2012.