06/05/2026
Before Lavender Hill, before owning the land beneath our feet, there were years spent building Bramblewood on borrowed ground.
This week, Kim reflects on a dream, an iron gate in Tryon horse country, an eviction that changed the course of her life, and the realization that losing what felt permanent was the very thing that led her home.
"When I first hooked up with my ex-husband, the Turk, he lived on the bottom floor of a grand house with a Japanese soaking tub, an old cedar sauna, and sweeping gardens in the middle of horse country in Tryon, NC.
“Off a main road of legacy farms and rolling fields of Irish-green grasses, you reached his house by navigating a meticulously maintained dirt road flanked by even more farms and crystal clean, mountain streams. From the dirt road, a huge, iron gate marked the long driveway, passing over two bridges, to the house.
“Before I met my ex, I had dreamed about that driveway in such detail that the first time I traveled it in person, I stopped my car, got out, looked around me, and gaped in disbelief.
“I had been there before."
Read the full essay or listen to the voiceover edition of this week's Stable Roots below.