In May of 2017, I took my then five -year-old son on an overnight paddle trip down the Black Creek in Brooklyn, Mississippi. The trip was magical, and we both still talk about it to this day.
My son and I spend a weekend hiking and camping in Mississippi’s Homochitto National Forest.
This is the story of a hastily thrown-together cycling trip from New Orleans, LA to Biloxi, MS on April 26th, 2011, the Monday after Easter. As usual, I underestimated the amount of time it would take to pack for such a trip…
Another New Year presents itself, and she’s escorted by the same old companions: hissing fireworks, the unfathomable lyrics of Auld Lang Syne, gaudy street parades, steaming cabbage with black-eyed peas, and of course those delicate pledges-to-oneself that we call New Year’s resolutions. All of these timeless traditions constitute the norm on New Year’s Day. The question is, does January 1st still have room for new traditions?