
I saw this sign in rural Tennessee in the summer of 2007. At the time I really wondered what the heck "chocolate gravy" was. Now I just look at the cost of gasoline and weep silently.


2005: I left my spouse, my career, my home in Atlanta and a life I'd had since 1983. I signed divorce papers and fled to the Gulf Coast (my beloved old stomping grounds) to sit under ancient oaks and heal. Eleven days later Hurricane Katrina destroyed South Mississippi. Everything in my previous existence - in 2 states - was now gone. Devastated, I bought a vintage RV, packed up my rescued dogs and a handsome Flamenco dancer and took off. Here’s what happened next and what is happening now.
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