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 […]
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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 […]