I hail from the Shenandoah Blue Ridge of Virginia, and grew up with cheesy grits, fried okra, and sweet tea.

(I still remember my first taste of unsweetened tea, actually. It was that traumatic.)

I wanted a break from humidity so I moved to my mother’s childhood home of Pittsburgh, and discovered the world’s cruel trick: the North still has humidity, it just doesn’t include AC in it’s old houses. Nuts.

Despite my still-frizzy hair and “glowing” skin, I fell in love with my city.

I love the Steelers, I love the bridges, I love the neighborhoods, and I love the Pittsburgh Left.

The world continued on in its cruel tricks though, and I fell in love with a man who decided to join the University of Akron for a PhD.
Damn book-smarts.

Life in the Land of Perpetual Winter is hard enough sometimes, but now I’m going to OHIO of all places!

I’m determined to not let it get me down.

If made grits my Jersey and NY and Washington friends took second and third helpings of, I can keep my Soul alive in Ohio, too.


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