my father would talk about the rain. How it usually fell during certain times of the year, and the farmers could count on it. Over a relatively small span of years, my father’s generation saw the
Courage in Crisis
Natural Ends
A LONG THE WINDING ROAD clinging to the edge of the Ocoee River, dozens of makeshift memorials marked each tight turn. I drove past hillsides streaked with a thin dusting of snow, crossing from Tennessee to Georgia, back to Tennessee, briefly to Nort