Last week I spent a few days on the road, hip deep in leg work for a research project on the oral traditions of mountaineering in the age of social media. Since Halloween, I’ve been stuck in a rut. My wheels spinning. It’s been weighing on me like a wet,

Here in the South, we share a history permeated by shadows. For every Sunday afternoon spent on a porch swing or gossiping with neighbors after church, there are a hundred hidden moments. From our grand antebellum cities to the lonely rural crossroads that masquerade as towns, these moments in between