Although my novel isn’t autobiographical (except for the good-karma part), I do live in an active island community in Savannah. The city was one of ten my husband and I (along with our Boston terrier, of course) considered as a place to retire to after we'd sold our home in Westchester, New York. In 2009, when we visited for the first time, we were smitten by friendly locals, historic squares, an active arts community and towering live oak trees. Almost immediately, we knew we’d found home.
What’s the most common question I’ve been asked by far-away friends and readers? “Is Savannah as beautiful as they say?” You be the judge. All photos here describe places or sites mentioned in the book. (Photos copyright Jim Guerard.)