With a deep breath and wide eyes, I pulled my car into the line of minivans and mid-sized sedans packed with coolers, hot dogs, and the laughter of happy vacation spirits caravanning into Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I look around my own car, feeling slightly out of place. Me in my compact car, water bottle and journal on the seat next to me, and nerves fully heightened.
It was June 2011. It was peak season for synchronizing fireflies at Great Smoky National Park. This time, I was going to see them…Continue reading “Synchronized Fireflies: Journey to Healing, Part 2”