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Andrew H. Housley was brought to Atlanta at five — a city he didn't choose. At thirteen he walked down Bourbon Street with his father and felt a kind of recognition he couldn't yet name. An essay on the two Southern cities that shaped a writer's life: Atlanta as the underground forge where the creative was born, New Orleans as the mirror that recognized what had been made. On place, memory, and the artist who needs both the city that made him and the city that greeted him.

Our culture hides the dying from the living and calls death a failure. Ram Dass called it the culminating adventure. On the spiritual work of making peace with what we can't control.