Nancy Prebilich
Stories by Nancy Prebilich
A Return to the Soil, Part 2
My trip west began with a brief stop in Indianapolis. I stayed the night at the home of friends of a friend who graciously opened their doors to me even though we had never met and I was only there to crash on their couch.
A Return to the Soil, Part 1
I pull close the rolling doors of the storage unit, lock down the hatch of my little U-Haul bumper-pull, and with the stroke of a pen sign off my last contractual obligation that had bound me to the south. It had been five years since I first moved to Knoxville with just a plane ticket stub and a couple of suitcases.
