A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock: Day Seventeen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * We drive south, past the New River Valley into Giles, where the road climbs up and up […]

Words, Taped to the Underside of a Table at a Blacksburg Pizza Parlor: Day Two

This post is part of a series.  To read more, start here. * Today, Thomas and I drove back the way we once came. We steered the car onto I-81, south toward the New River Valley.  Eight years ago, when we were newlyweds, this place was our introduction to Appalachia.  It was a season of my life that […]