This is my place.

Life’s too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right, forgive the ones who don’t and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it’d be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.” — Dr. Seuss

That’s me. Or, actually, it’s my shadow. And this is my place. Homer Worsham Road.

It’s the place my journey has led me and it has been my place for 23 years this fall. It’s about 35 miles north of Nashville in the middle of farmland that has been sustaining families for generations. A place where the rhythm of life coincides with planting and harvesting. And the very moment you are really in a hurry to get somewhere you’ll find yourself behind a combine or a tobacco wagon that represents someone’s livelihood so you might as well slow down and enjoy the scenery.

It’s the backdrop to my life and a place I really, really love. And no matter where on earth I roam, this place will always be where I am rooted. It’s got some stories to tell and on these pages I hope to share them with you. Thanks for reading!