Where do I even begin? It’s been a long, challenging, strange year for everyone in this world. Looking back and, even, looking ahead, it all still feels surreal. But time marches forward, whether we like it or not. Seasons change. And we do too.
Perhaps it’s the raging sentimentalist in me, or the acoustic playlist shuffling nostalgia through the coffeehouse where I’m writing this, but something about this journey casts an emotional spell on me.
On June 4, 2018, I was in Esmont, Virginia—a tiny village in the Piedmont Valley of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had awoken after very little sleep, over the moon about what that day signified. It was the day that Pilgrim Magazine was released into
On this celebration of our first year as a publication, the first thing I want to say is, thank you. There are not enough words in the English language to express the immense gratitude I feel for reaching this milestone.
On this celebration of our first year as a publication, the first thing I want to say is, thank you. There are not enough words in the English language to express the immense gratitude I feel for reaching this milestone.
