This week marks the beginning of my fortieth year in Savannah, Georgia's oldest city and its colonial capitol. Four decades of changed professions, loves lost and loves found, and learning to live with and cook in eight different kitchens. I never imagined that nearly two thirds of my life was destined to pass here.
I also never imagined crowning those four decades with moving. Twice. In two different directions—and within the space of not quite two months.
I cannot recommend it. Read More