“If there’s a thug within a hundred mile radius, you’re gonna date him,” Daddy told me late that afternoon. I tried to pretend like he wasn’t right, but I knew better. Daddy was always right. He was an about-to-be Marine– tall and handsome with hands as big as nighttime. Not Daddy, the thug, I mean. […]
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for my papa (on dating regrets and such)
June 10, 2010
a new adventure
August 19, 2009
I was never the little girl that dreamed about dresses that swooshed. I dreamed about mud huts in Africa and unexplored jungles in the Amazon. I dreamed about writing books and being a back-up singer for Reba. Those were my fairy tales. At least I thought they were. And if you’re interested there are some […]
Parents’ Day
May 8, 2009
I’ve had lots of hard days in Colombia. I’m woman enough to admit that. There was the Virus o’ Death and the time I made a scene in an airport. There was the apartment flood and the day my computer crashed. Oh, and that one particular ride home from the valley when I nearly tossed […]
paperdolls
April 20, 2009
We’re sitting in her living room, the smell of peanut butter and marshmallows hanging in the air like day-old birthday balloons. The heat of a Mississippi summer and the buzz of an oscillating fan are lulling me to sleep and Gran is rocking in her blue chair. She’s humming a song she’s made up as […]
costumes, candy and a basket full of tired
October 31, 2008
My brother works entirely too hard. He’s successful and good with finances and long term planning. He can fit in at a dinner with more forks than he needs and he’s right at home with a bunch of small town rednecks talking about hunting season or cleaning fish. He’s versatile like that. Brother reads this […]
A date for Daddy
October 7, 2008
I love it when that old man calls me. He makes me laugh and feel like I’m still his little girl. Most of the time a song we love is playing on the radio and he turns up the volume so we can both hear it. And sometimes he’s thinking of a song we love […]
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