Rachel Morgan

The Author's Club of Augusta is hosting the Literary Lounge at the annual Arts in the Heart of Augusta, Georgia on the weekend of September 18-20, 2026. This is a must-do...

I may be selling at the Evans Market when they reopen in the Fall! Keep an eye out for new announcements!

I haven’t been able to travel much this year…ok, none since last August. My PTSD has been impossible to work with, and my body has been disintegrating this year at the rate a freight train barrels through a tunnel. A couple of weeks ago I had a thoracic epidural which ended up giving me relief from the immense pain I’ve had in my upper back and shoulder. The next day was literally the first full pain-free day I’ve had in over 7 months. Living with chronic pain and chronic illness is just not...

I never hear this term anymore, but my mom, sister, and I always used to call her mother a “Worrywort” because Granny was incessantly worrying over big things, little things, and nothings. Sadly, it was quite debilitating for her. Now, we know she suffers from Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and I feel terrible for calling her that as a child.

And yet this morning, I find myself turning the same term over in my mind and applying it to my own tendencies. I have been excessively worrying these...

Life is tenuous at best, cut short at worst.

No guarantees, warranties, certainties.

No life insurance for the one who has passed on.

No medals or awards or ceremonies or validation or vindication at your death.

You can’t take anything you’ve worked so hard for, toiled for, bled for with you.

You may believe in an afterlife, which might give you some comfort. I hope it does. But at the end of the day, you neither know when it’s your time to go, how you’ll go, or if you’ll continue on past this...