The dress which was sketched out in mama’s diary was real. It was too bad that she wasn’t here to explain the little remnants of herself she’d left behind. Ever since I went to that bank vault and claimed my inheritance, my life had become a nightmare – a labyrinth of questions that would never …
Monthly Archives: December 2019
She’s Gone Dancing
Dodie and I are taking shifts sitting by mama’s bedside in the ICU. Dodie being the “up at the crack of dawn” kind of person, takes the morning shift and I the afternoon. We meet for dinner in town and both of us visit her in the evening, carrying on conversations to the cadance of …
Missing
“What do you mean, by missing?” Francis snapped back at her sister Lenora on the phone. “Just that. He’s missing,” Lenora sniffed. This was the last thing she needed, Francis thought. She had a houseful of guests who had just sat down to a very late Thanksgiving dinner with dried-out turkey because …
WHITE PEOPLE DON’T GET TO DECIDE THAT NATIVE AMERICAN MASCOTS ARE NOT RACIST
When I was about six-years old, my dark-skinned great-aunt, Rose told me that her mother (my great-grandmother) was a Micmac Indian, or as she said, “Indian Princess”. She spoke to me in words that were supposedly Micmac which I have long forgotten, and I immediately became smitten with anything “Indian”. It was 1961, and nobody …
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ESCAPE
Prelude: A short piece originally preceded by a more substantial work, also an orchestral introduction to opera, however not lengthy enough to be considered an overture. “Can’t see a God damned thing,” he mumbled out loud while trying to wipe the condensation from the windshield. “Should have gotten that cataract surgery they nagged me about.” …
SWIMMING LESSONS
When I was growing up in the early 1960’s, every kid that I went to school with took swimming lessons at Stevie’sPond. Poor kids who lived across the tracks close to the mills, the scattered children of care-takers who lived on the large estates and the farm kids on the east side of town all …
TRUE COLORS HOW SMALL TOWN REPUBLICANS RAN ON A RACIST PLATFORM AND WON
You know the old saying, “If it walks like a duck…” which goes along with another adage from my childhood, “I smell a rat in Denmark”. These words came to mind when I first read an article about the young republican candidate, Jason Muscara, who was running for and subsequently won a seat on the …
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Los Niños de la Corizon
My sister Dodie and I were curled up on the leather couch in front of the fire at Grampy Bates’ ranch. I’d brought the hatbox I found in Mama’s old closet that afternoon, and we were rummaging through old photographs, letters and memorabilia I hadn’t seen before. On top of the pile there was …