Every year Autumn begins and I refuse to speak to her because she breaks up my love affair with Summer. Plus I know she’s going to let her asshole friend, Winter, in to trash the place.
And every year a leaf dances by, or the breeze whispers through my hair, and I look up and see how sexy she’s dressed. Then, before I know it, we’re back together and in deep smit. We’re so dysfunctional.
Virginia Farmland – Photo by Allison Profeta
Before I moved, people warned me that I would have “culture shock” here in the South. Not just Northerners either. I still have people here in Virginia who, after asking where I’m from, respond with “Wow! Must be a huge difference for you!”
But if I’m being honest, it really wasn’t and I really didn’t feel as if I experienced any type of culture…
My textbook says “Populist newspaper editor Marion Butler pursued a strategy of fusion with Republicans in North Carolina that aided his election to the U.S. Senate in 1894.”
But my heart says “Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”
Fuck yeah!! My history crush submission was published!
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We are lucky have an amazing local organization called Project Grows, my 2 year old son met a frog for the first time in April of this year. He watched it in the water. He sat beside it on the side of its pond. It even say somewhat patiently when he slowly reached out and touched the frog’s back. Then, am instant later, it was gone in a flash, leaping back into it’s murky home.
This is what food shopping looks like with a 2 year old. – Photo by Allison Profeta
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted. I’ve been busy with my newest project, Staunton Insider. So far, a little over a month in, it’s been exciting, informative, and inspiring. I fall more in love with Staunton each day.
So here is what I’ve been up to the past month or so:
- The above photo is a glimpse…
July 1, 2014 will mark one year since I left behind Long Island and found myself in Staunton, Virginia. The only place I ever visited in Staunton prior to packing up a few belongings and arriving for good was the very house we rented. We had never even spent the night in the town. We knew no one.
July 1, 2014 marks the end of the most tumultuous year of my life. My family and I left behind…