I asked my web designer to change my page to “The Angry Christian.” She, of course, declined. That was months ago, and today, I’m still pondering the idea—not because I’m angry all the time but because I do get angry. I mean, don’t we all?...
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 water 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...