The Soul-Killing Work of Literalism

On Spanish Moss and Creative Thinking

In my grandparent’s Floridian backyard was the most magical tree. It had enormous girth, low, long branches, and vines that connected from tip to root. And each branch was adorned with luminous, ethereal Spanish moss. I was enraptured by my grandparent’s tree, but especially the Spanish moss. I dreamed of our own backyard in the Tennessee hills ornament…