The live oaks sheltering the drive from Charleston, and the willows that sit among them, always remind me of the south. Undoubtedly, there are roads much prettier near Mobile and Savannah. I’ve been on some of them, but the others don’t lead to Kiawah. For those that haven’t been, it is a quiet and charming island; there really wasn’t even a proper grocery store for a couple of decades. The houses are tucked away behind t...

When Mia lifted herself off of me, leaving some of the combined fluids from all three of us on my lap, she said, “Clean yourself up, you boys have a tee time at two.” Sam was a good golfer, we chatted casually about work, where we went to school, etc. He was a successful sales manager from a less fancy end of town. On account of the caddies, and occasional alligator, it was challenging to ask complex questions about the u...

I couldn’t reach her. I was running as fast as I could. She ran with grace, naked. Occasionally she would stop, turn, and look at me. Despite this, I couldn’t catch up. I needed to talk to her. Her face was beautiful and new to me, yet somehow she wasn’t. I was going to lose her. She flitted across the sand, my feet seeming to sink deeper with each step. Suddenly, I was next to her, and she was smiling. She put her hand o...