I have left the house on the cove in the center of the Ozarks.
We have lived in this home for over 18 years and in the Ozarks for over 30. This land is one of the great loves of my life.
Moving one thousand miles to the east. To the foothills of the Smoky Mountains and a new life.
I will miss this land of steep ridges and deep fern green hollows. And I don’t know how my writing will change. This beloved land has been my muse for now much of my adult life.
I am excited for this new adventure. And it has all happened with such suddenness and energy that I have no doubt it is exactly what and where we are supposed to be.
And with that certainty, I have little grief over leaving. I know I am being given another great love of my life in our new home. A home very much like my beloved shack in Arkansas, but this time tucked into the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in a small village in western North Carolina.
My husband is going home to the state of his birth and home to his family.
We are both going home to a place we never dreamed of until a few months ago.
I know I will find a voice in that new place and my writing will follow its course – The Course of Our Seasons – a new and beautiful adventure.
Also on this site, I am writing a memoir of our time living in an 1880’s farmhouse in Northwest Arkansas called The Last Really Good Shack. It was one of the great loves of my life and it is wonderful to recall our experiences in the country. I think you will enjoy our adventures (and misadventures, too!).