When I was eight years old, my father was diagnosed with colon cancer. He had a long battle, and to cope with the pain, he turned to nature. I can’t remember how many summer nights we drove aimlessly, underneath...

Whether it be the journey through the winding roads of Pine Mountain or those endless roads to Harlan, something reminds me of home. Whether it’s the taste of my nanny’s grilled cheeses or the sound of my family sharing...