I started this to catalog a journey. An uprooting. My move from New York City to North Carolina. And all of the hilarity that would ensue when trading city for country, kale for collards, a home of ten years for the idea of another. For love, for sweet tea. For one two-bedroom bungalow and a giant dog.

Then my mother died.

I never meant for this to be a grief blog. But here we find ourselves.

Now even more a journey. Now even more uprooted.

Only now there are more trees.

Welcome, and thank you.

Call your mother.