You have many names – none of them pleasant. Each slides off the tongue like turpentine that’s been accidently swallowed. Poison. You sneak into my thoughts at night, disrupting sleep I desperately need. You toy with my memories of a past I can’t...
I noticed a fly away, so I wet my fingertips with a tear and slicked it down, wondering briefly if the salt from the tear would damage my hair the way ocean salt does. I stared in the mirror at my red-brimmed eyes. How many tears had I cried the past...
It’s been a while since I’ve updated, and the use of “a while” is an understatement, I know, so let me update you thus far. Terrebonne Parish is finished. I say that with no level of excitement because I know I’ll continually...
Dear Readers, It’s official. I am currently holding the first copy of “Yoba’s Bedtime” in my hands. Thanksgiving is right around the corner and what a gift to be thankful for — the publication of my first children’s...