[Written while trying to move my life across the country] I’m in the middle of what will be the fifteenth time I’ve had to pack up my life and shuffle it elsewhere. My spouse’s work called as work and mountains do, so we uprooted ourselves and moved north. We both welcomed this move. It aligns … More My Gorgeous Nothings
[Written while standing on my proverbial soapbox] An unsung talent of an effective writer is making anything accessible. Access may seem odd when applied to language since we think of it more in the context of doors or shelves—how it captures an ability or permission to attain what may be denied to another. Steep in … More [Lost in Translation]
[Written with a white-hot urgency] I grew up in rural Virginia—the sort of rural where the roads lacked lines until recently and the bridge we required to circumvent a twenty-minute drive took nearly ten years to be replaced. In winter, our backroads were lousy with ice and ushered in snow days for the county. And … More Song of the South | A Requiem
Sarah E. H. Lyons 