Sidney Creek lies only ¾ mile from my house on the shore of Chocowinity Bay, but the short paddle is a transition between worlds.
Distilling whiskey didn’t become moonshining until after the Civil War; then it became an overtly political act.
There is only one tree with knees and no one knows why.
It’s not the first or even the second mistake that kills you, but the third in a row.
What are the possibilities of seeing and thinking without eyes or brain? What sense of self might be distributed across a network of roots and fungi? And how is time perceived by an individual whose life spans centuries?
Getting in and out of the Oru required skills I hadn’t developed sailing boats across oceans.