What I Found in Glacier.

Curled into my down comforter, the box fan in my window is blasting crisp fall air into the room. The contrast of welcoming warmth and biting breeze could not be more perceptible. Autumn is here in Montana, and we seasonal workers are stirring to move on to our new winter homes. Sentimentalism mixes with the…

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When Life Looks Perfect.

From the time I left Georgia a year ago to work seasonally in the National Parks, I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve heard “can I have your life?” or “your life is so much cooler than mine!” In the beginning I took those remarks as innocuous compliments, but then I realized how dangerous…

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My Montana Plot Twist.

My eyes are a little sleepy and heart a little full as I write this. The skyline of Las Vegas fills my windshield, and as my body fills the passenger seat of my “Lola” the Corolla, I can feel my lips turn up their corners into a sheepish grin. Because I only have sixty-eight days…

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When It Looks Like Love.

I’m really good at running. And I don’t mean the kind where I lace up my Asics and get lost in my favorite back roads of Athens. I mean I’m really good at running in the way I navigate emotions away from whatever makes me uncomfortable or afraid, especially when it involves love. And most of…

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A November Story.

As Fall slowly sheds its colors and trades brilliant bright palettes for cold winter hues, I find myself wishing for the Southeast and for nights spent around fireside conversations with people who deeply know me. This past week, though, my homesickness was eclipsed by a wondrous adventure with a new friend, and I’m finding a renewed awe of…

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Wide-Eyed and Windswept.

Last night I slept with my body wrapped around a rock. The wind whipping me back and forth, I thought I might be dying as I lay shivering in the fetal position. Alone. And while that’s the most dramatic thought that’s passed through my head since I was a foolish high school girl, I truly…

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Bread and Whine.

I had my first Death Valley pity party yesterday. Oddly enough, it lacked decorations and a cake and was prompted by the sight of cotton candy clouds in the twilight dome above. Those bright pink puffs in the dusky October sky sparked the memories of another evening I’d shared under a Georgia sky full of cotton candy…

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If You Give Corinne a Wasteland.

If You give Corinne a wasteland, she’s going to ask You why. When You tenderly respond, “Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert…that [you] might declare my praise,” she’ll probably ask You for courage….

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My California Plot Twist.

I guess it’s time to spill the beans. A few of you already know this, but for those of you who don’t: I’m trading my Georgia peaches and southern summer humidity for the salt flats and brilliant desert sunsets of Death Valley, California. Oh, what a God of beautifully unexpected plot-twists we serve. Here’s the story: I applied…

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