Well Burr, I told you we didn’t have bad air here. No mosquitoes either. Have you seen my lizard collection? Step on to the Lady Love and let us venture out for what Mrs Fanny Kemble Butler would call aRead more…

My people are staunch abolitionists. Probably a good idea to marry the largest slave owner in Georgia.

I don’t think I’m very welcome at Christ Church again after the unpleasantness with Mr. Wylly.

Lord Cumberland will likely declare that my hairstyle shall heretofore be the official hairstyle of the region.

Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled.

Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God: I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies

This ramblin wreck will get you there. You’ll see.

Streets of Oyster shell on a Golden Isle. Hundred dollars a lot seems fair. Eighty cash and everyone wins!

Nothing could be finer than enjoying fresh sugarcane in my tea under the oaks at Ashantilly

I can’t believe they all fell for that hokey Osborn ghost story