I’m Not Such a Diva After All

I’m Not Such a Diva After All

When I was a little girl living in Clarksdale, Mississippi, I would go to my grandparents’ house a few days each week. My grandfather had an old recliner that he sat in while he watched the weather channel. To a 4 year old, it seemed like all day. I would crawl...
Against the Grain

Against the Grain

“H.e.a.r.t. kids are weird.” “They don’t talk to anyone but each other for a whole month.” “All they do is work in gardens, make their own food, and sing Kumbaya around the campfire.” “I don’t think any of them even shower.” These are all the things I heard about...
Little Footprints in the Sand

Little Footprints in the Sand

My wife, Abby, and I were h.e.a.r.t. students in the Fall of 2006. So much has changed since then and often I find myself contrasting what I knew with what I am now experiencing. Back then, the trees were just starting to recover from the wrath of Hurricanes Charley,...