Doretha

mason of iced tea

Her bless-your-heart benedictions are her southern way of saying, “you’re addled, child.” Her mothball-scented hugs mean she loves you anyways. Come sit on the veranda, and have some sweet tea, you’ll feel better.

The Trifextra challenge this weekend is: 33 words about anything, but must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier.

Author: Tara R.

I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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  1. I have a soft spot in my heart for elderly women-mothball-scented hugs and all. I love the title of this piece too-it makes it seem very personal-and it makes me miss my grandma, who was named Dorothy:)

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    1. Doretha was my great-aunt, my maternal grandmother’s sister. She was a petite woman whose perfume was reminiscent of moth balls, and who would engulf you in a smothering hug whenever she saw you.

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