Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Later, Gator!

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Since the antebellum home, Hope Farm, burned, a lot has happened. The house was previously owned by my great aunt Katherine Miller and my gr...
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Friday, August 18, 2023

The End of Everythihg

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  The fire didn’t realize the strength of water until she killed him. The water didn’t realize the strength of radiation before she evapor...
Saturday, January 21, 2023

The Chipmunk who Smiled at Me

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 I woke early that morning and wandered downstairs.  I was six years old.  As I walked outside I saw Bitsy, our beloved mackerel-striped tab...
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Saturday, August 6, 2022

Side Trips on the Blues Highway -- The Mississippi Delta

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  After the mandatory six-month waiting period, the date my divorce was to be finalized was fast approaching. I'd been fielding calls fr...
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Wednesday, June 15, 2022

To Doo, or not to Doo. That is the question.

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My poor little doggie. She's always had urinary incontinence, which makes housekeeping a regular pain in the rear. She rarely has a #2...
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Saturday, April 2, 2022

All For Naught

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  I've decided it's true. No good deed goes unpunished. But that it's punished without question says more about the accuser than...
Saturday, August 28, 2021

Gone with the Wind

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 Waiting for Ida to hit.  It's supposed to be the strongest hurricane to hit New Orleans in centuries.  And it's on the 16th anniver...
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Saturday, June 5, 2021

The Train Station

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I'm going to post this, even thought it's not finished and I'm still not sure of all the facts.  But I need to post. It was a dr...
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Monday, May 24, 2021

Haunted by Love

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 I moved home because home was kind. And I am home surrounded by all the things my ancestors held dear. It is my job to hold them dear.  To ...
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Monday, January 25, 2021

Waves

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  The years rush in like waves.  They deposit living things, gasping for air and empty shells  left to the elements —   for calamity  or dis...
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Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Conflagration

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  Conflagration It rained yesterday. Strange. I thought it would clean the air but it smells more like ash than it did before. No scorched...
Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Passion Play

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"Their souls entwined," the poem read, and to the azure skies they sped. A poem's no good unless it's spent on passion, pa...
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