Georgia Born and Raised?

The Rogue Peach, that’s me!

When I used to write bios, I would always say, “I’m from Clovis, New Mexico.” Because it is true. I was born there. Since leaving Savannah, Georgia (where I lived for nearly 16 years) for San Antonio, Texas in October 2016, I’ve gotten some perspective on that. I am from New Mexico in the literal sense, but it wasn’t where I was made. Your hometown is the place that makes you who you are. And for me that place is Savannah, Georgia. I wrote my first novels in 7th grade on a sun-soaked tile porch there. I stumbled into stores like ShopSCAD, Vintage General (RIP), and Back in the Day Bakery. In those places, I found my style and a love for scratch-baked goods. I built a future career and made some of the closest friends of my adult life while attending Savannah College of Art and Design. Savannah is home.

The Beginning of Texas

When I met my husband in 2014, one of the first things he told me was, “If this gets serious, you’ll be coming back to Texas with me.” See, Nick is a card-carrying missionary of the Lone Star State. When the army sent him to Ft. Stewart, Georgia for four years it was just a means for him to convert as many unsuspecting Georgians to the Great Way of the Texan as possible.

Okay. It wasn’t exactly like that. But he did promise tacos. He said there were fresh tortilla stands on every corner. The streets were paved with Whataburgers. The barrels of Shiner Bock never ran dry. Obviously, I’m easily persuaded by the promise of good food and drink. So in October 2016, the army sent Nick back to Texas and I followed because I was interested in the tortilla situation. And also I was married to him now and kind of had to go. Those Texans are very persuasive.

So this blog is about me leaving the Land of Mint Juleps and Peach Cobbler for the tumble weeds of Texas. Actually, it’s not really about leaving the mint juleps. I don’t even think I’ve ever had one. Don’t believe everything you read about Georgia.

This blog is about me. A Georgian. Trying to make a new place feel like home. And that place is Texas.