Frances Mayes

Through the tales of those shaped by its waters, shaded by its cypress trees, and calling for its protection, Georgia’s ancient swamp still speaks

The Georgia-born writer muses about Italy, travel, and what life might have been like had she stayed solely under the Southern sun. Plus: Mayes’s three Italian small-town picks

No matter where I go, there y’all are

Saluting a Southern Lady of Letters

A love letter to the fragrant South