Standing before his congregation, exalted and sainted among men, his extracurricular women crowding pews on both sides of the aisle, he droned on through his soliloquy denouncing his flock’s sinful ways. A waning moon illuminated the outdoor revival, bathing the faithful in ecclesiastical brilliance. He took it as a sign when a shaft of Luna’s … Continue reading This little light of mine
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Papa don’t jeep
My father-in-law Harry, Papa to his grandkids, is a real hoot. He has a constant mischievous grin, like he’s up to something he shouldn’t be. Every time we talk he tells me I'm his favorite daughter-in-law and I counter by telling him he's my favorite father-in-law. It doesn't matter that I’m his only DIL and he's my only … Continue reading Papa don’t jeep
Permafrost
In the spring, when the days grow longer and the reawakening sun melts away the bitter cold of winter, yellow poppies bloom. There, at the junction where the tree line of an ancient stand of long needle pines form a fertile triangle with the sandy marsh trail and the bayou shore, is where I buried … Continue reading Permafrost
No offense, but…
The last incarnation of my blog would be what some would call a “Mommy Blog,” this one not so much. With this one, I wanted to take the focus off my family - with older teens and now fledgling adults, they didn’t want their private lives becoming not so private. Instead, I wanted this place … Continue reading No offense, but…
Hidden beneath the surface
A dusky figure cuts through the roiling waves, smooth and soundless as an assassin’s blade. White peaks swell, cresting sharp and jagged, an ocean of broken shards of smoky glass. Beneath the maelstrom, ancient creatures lurk, patrolling the still, dark waters for obliging prey. The smell of fear is sweet, seducing the monster onward. Death, … Continue reading Hidden beneath the surface
She’s a freak
Sarcasm and taunting is a reality in my family. While it’s all done in fun, and with love, sometimes it's a bit disconcerting to outsiders. When my daughter was elementary school age, I was the typical homeroom mom. A regular visitor at her school, teachers and admins knew me, and her classmates recognized me. Even … Continue reading She’s a freak
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