3. Montgomery, Alabama is Haunted

Montgomery, Alabama is haunted.  By lonesome whippoorwills among the whisperings and the camellias and the pines.  Steepled shadows on Dexter Avenue and the cold bronze likeness of the little woman who started it all.  On her corner she stands  no tired bone in her body,  demurely resistant. Hank by the Riverboat emulates the blue spirit […]

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Black Lives Matter

Dear Friend, As a writer – and, therefore, an avid muser – and as a fellow pilgrim living through the Great Pandemic, the New Civil Rights Movement, and my own season of change, I can tell you that I’ve been quiet for the same reasons I should not have been quiet. My mind is weighted. […]

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The Story Of Your First Year

Before I met your dad, I sketched your name on notebook pages. I didn’t know what I’d name a girl, but I knew I’d name you Izaak. For “laughter,” that everything-is-alright feeling I treasure of my girlhood memories. For the sake of being different. I guess it is the English major in me who needs […]

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