life
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While I do not share my poetry often here, rarely, to be exact. I don’t know why. It was how I started writing. I wrote to heal, and to clear my mind from the clutter of life. I wrote through my happiness, my memories, and yes… My grief. So, I have been nudged today because…
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A Southern woman’s honest look back at love, memory, and the one who stayed in her heart. When I first read the question, “How did you meet your significant other?” I expected my mind to answer politely, like a well-trained Southern woman at a church supper. Instead, it took off down a dirt road somewhere…
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A Southern reflection on gratitude, gathering, and the complicated country I still love Ask me what cultural traditions I love about my country, and my heart answers before my head can get its shoes on. It says Sunday dinner. It says Thanksgiving. It says the Fourth of July, family recipes, front-porch stories, children running in…
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What day would I relive from my past if I could choose just one? My first thought was, absolutely not yesterday. Yesterday can stay right where it is, thank you very much. There I was, working at a motel in the dark, in hundred-degree heat, with no air conditioning, no lights, and no real desire…
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A rambling look at the tempting fantasy of deleting one event from history… If history came with an undo button, I imagine we would all pretend to be responsible adults for about twelve seconds before elbowing each other out of the way. One person would try to erase a war. Another would erase a heartbreak.…
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Conspiracy theories that hit close, make me wonder, and refuse to leave quietly… There is no shortage of conspiracy theories in this world. Some are so wild they need a helmet and a seat belt before you even read them. Others, though, have a way of nudging at the back of your mind and whispering,…
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We like to believe we can control life. Every little detail. Every outcome. Every twist in the road. Cute thought, right? That may be our first mistake. Uncertainty is a shadow in life that is always there… Life does not always unfold according to our carefully color-coded plans. Sometimes it takes a sharp left, loses…
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They say adulthood begins at eighteen, as if the universe hands you a cake, a voter registration card, and a complimentary stack of bills. Some people feel grown at sixteen. Some are still waiting at forty-two. For me, adulthood had been lurking in the background long before eighteen, pacing quietly through the shadows of my…
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There is a peculiar little hobby most of us practice without ever signing up for it… Replaying old decisions like home movies and wondering if we could have edited the ending. We ask, What if I had known? What if I had chosen differently? What if I could have warned myself how this would all…
