My mother always wished she could have raised her children in the country or a small town. She came from Woodville, Ga., a little northeast of Greensboro and southwest of Athens, near Union Point. Although she raised us in College more »
Category: Letters from the Edge of America
about life on an island off the coast of Georgia called Tybee
Dining on the edge of America al fresco
Dining al fresco is one of the island habits we’ve adopted. What is the difference between celebrating Labor Day weekend on a small island than in a large city? Travel and Traffic. You don’t really have to go anywhere. And more »
Sitting on the edge of America
At least once a week finds us sitting on the edge of America. Depending on the direction of the tide, Melissa and I are either chasing it, or making way for it, as we like placing our chairs just enough more »
Tybee’s weekly jam changed my life
I first stumbled into the weekly Tuesday Night Jam at Doc’s Bar on Tybee Island in January of 2010. Situated in the back of the small, but popular bar was a room full of pickers playing and singing music. A more »
The Edge of America Photo Shoot
I didn’t ask just anybody to shoot the photos for my CD, The Edge of America. I’m lucky to have as a cousin nationally known photographer Craig Tanner. For you Atlantans, you may well have seen some of his large more »
At Tybee’s Beach Bum Parade
Tybee loves parades. Especially, the Beach Bum Parade, the one that commemorates (in a commiserating sense for us locals) the start of the tourist season. It’s held the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend. It’s a water fight. Plain and simple. more »