What I Ran Towards Taught Me How to Love the Thing I Left Behind
I’m endlessly interested in what happens when someone revisits a place that nurtured them once they’ve been changed by someplace else (I also wrote a novel about this very thing). Tembe Denton-Hurst
I looked at the gentle arc of the horizon and I smiled softly at the girl I used to be, at her longing for the faraway. I felt her, still inside me, still yearning, still restless. And I knew she would be with me always. I leaned back. I couldn’t wait to get to America. Because if you never leave home, you will never have a home to return to. And
... See moreGregory Collins • Chasing the Panther: Adventures and Misadventures of a Cinematic Life
I walk through rooms that remember laughter that is no longer mine, and I see faces that once held warmth and now hold only memory. And in that absence, I feel the yearning. I feel the hunger for a life that holds me together when everything else wants to pull me apart.
- I Owe Myself a Good Life (Substack)
There are some things where I grew up that connect me with meaning.
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