Dancing in E. Quinn Bookstore

In March, my husband and I spent some time in a rustic cabin overlooking Fightingtown Creek in the mountains of Georgia.

I have about three days marked off on my calendar to celebrate my wedding anniversary and escape the rush of life. A recent diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis has left me longing for the seclusion and silence of the hills. And after the publication of my first novel, I’m tired.

This visit, we rent a rugged fishing cabin with one small bathroom, a mini kitchen, a loft, and on...