I Found Freedom in Bland

Andy and I stood in a snowy holler where the ghosts from my childhood roamed. As I looked over the land where my favorite home had been, I felt the first flutterings of our own child move inside my womb. For six months we’d been traveling the United States, in an effort to see if we could fall back in love with our country. Andy and I had each grown disillusioned with it over the years for our own reasons, but I’d never stopped loving this holler near Bland, Missouri.