Yesterday’s teardrops have dried. And, though her face may be stained, She will scrub it clean and again try. The dagger may still rest in her heart, Lodged deeply and permanent, But she will stand tall and firm And, as today’s tears stream her cheek, Another small step will be taken. On another day, theyContinue reading “Missing Vickey”
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I was the first
As I look at the simple and classic gem on your hand, the first words that come to my mind and continue to come to my mind over and over again is “I was the first.” I was the first woman to look into his deep brown eyes and wonder what he was thinking. MostContinue reading “I was the first”
A Heartfelt Hike: Lessons From the Art Loeb Trail
So how does a 47 year old woman, heartbroken, and at her very bottom, find herself lost in the Appalachian Mountains with her daughter wearing only one boot? Well, to answer that, we have to start at the very beginning.
Who is The Baddest of them all?
Growing up in Mississippi, we’ve all heard the story of the Witch of Yazoo. And if you’re lucky enough to pass through Yazoo City, finding the grave of the witch is the biggest thrill a 14 year old can have! But for those of you who aren’t familiar with the tale of the Witch ofContinue reading “Who is The Baddest of them all?”
The Strength of A Southern Woman
Since Eve ate the apple, women have had to bear the shame and consequence of not just herself, but for society. We hold the responsibility for bringing life into this world, for prevention of life, for mentoring and guiding little lives into adulthood. Society blames us if we get pregnant out of wedlock. They blameContinue reading “The Strength of A Southern Woman”
A Grandmother’s Secret
“Some people are just the dirt in the bottom of a flower vase. Don’t make the mistake of giving them too much space; you gotta save room for the flowers that will take root in that dirt, grow with every curve and angle of your vase and blossom into full bloom for you over the top.”
The Real Pandemic
“Being on heroin feels like you have crawled into Jesus’ lap and he’s rocking you to sleep.” I was sitting in my apartment with all my friends, talking to a new guy we had just met. He was charming, rich, with interesting stories of growing up in Seattle, Washington and hosting a dinner for JohnContinue reading “The Real Pandemic”
Are You An Emily or Robert?
This world needs both an Emily and a Robert. It’s the difference in our rhythms that make the most beautiful music.
“Sweet Magnolias”
I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t interested in art.
From International Trading To Squash Picking
How I Rebuilt A Life Of Ruin So, there I was. It was 5am, still dark, but stifling hot. The Mississippi Delta heat is unwaivering. Hoot owls, random insects and random rodents can be heard echoing through the isolated stillness of the Mississippi Delta. Drenched in a mixture of sweat and bug spray, wading throughContinue reading “From International Trading To Squash Picking”
Lessons Learned From The Rainbow 