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Southern Sad

Being Southern makes grieving a whole lot harder. Grief isn’t nice. Grieving is so not nice.     Those of us reared down in the Deep do things because we know we should, because we were taught we should. Those of us reared down here know not do other things because we were taught we … Continue reading

As Isaac Approaches, I remember Katrina…

On August 28, 2005, I was sitting on my friend K’s front porch with 3 of my closest, childhood friends. None of us had to go to work the next day, as the weather was already predicted to be awful. It was around 10:00 in the evening. We were enjoying the vacation: staying out later … Continue reading

“All Gave Some, But Some Gave All”

When I ask my son, “What do you do when you see a soldier?” he does a little four-year-old salute and says, “Thank you for your service.” For him to do so is important to me on a personal level, because my grandfather, the blue-eyed gentleman he was named for, served his country for most … Continue reading

This is me. Any “me’s” out there?

I am one of those people who attempts 9,000 things at once, never completely knowing if I’m doing any of them well. It is who I am. Being still is difficult for me. For that reason, I hate manicures. I find it nearly impossible to just sit and do nothing while someone has hijacked my … Continue reading