Vol. 1, Issue 1 | Spring/Summer 2015

editor's note

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with spring. While among the bitter blankness of winter my heart may delight in the flashing image of the pastel skirt of my sundress, tickling my legs as it catches the breeze and glowing a golden yellow against the finally green grass— let’s be honest. This is not the spring we actually experience. Spring means due dates and allergies, good-byes and cleaning the house, sweating and swatting bugs. Spring means change, and every year I find myself a little unready for it.

Yet something in me comes alive at the thought of it all. Knowing that I can finally roll down the window while I drive across town. Feeling free to listen to jolly music that matches the sky outside a little better than it did the heavy winter clouds. Walking down to the mailbox barefoot, taking the longer way, if I can find one. Something in me wakes up a bit, lifting up my eyes to the amazing people and places of the eclectic city of Jackson, Tennessee. And as the sun rises over the long-darkened shadows of winter and this town becomes a little more alive. . . . Read more in the magazine.

Katie Howerton, Editor-in-Chief