#Longreads – Mom once told me that before he started his truck to start the day, he had this thing he did on his leg. Some hoodoo mark thing he’d have to do just right, or start over, and as he did it he would pray for us, to keep us safe. Continue reading Struggling To Understand Those Mysterious Fellow Americans, and My Trump Voting Father
No, my father is no precious heirloom, that man. But, I do love him, he is my dad, and one day this will all be over, behind us, and we can talk of other things, again, without this elephant in the room. Continue reading The Man Who Divides, Love And Shame, Horror And Blame, Father And Daughter, Be Gone
Watching him the other day standing at the podium, clutching the lectern out there on the White House lawn, slowly and carefully reading from the teleprompter the prepared words, it almost seemed like he was just trying to keep himself upright, to say the words. He is coming undone, unravelling before our eyes. The job is hard, far easier to stand in the safety of … Continue reading And The Roar Of The Crowd Is His License To Be The Mad King
Last time dad was up for a visit, my sister and I got into a discussion about dad and Trump and all this, and she was upset. Clearly upset, and confused, she was upset at this, my blog and what I was writing. Not only my writing really, but my writing in regards our father, and if I really thought he was racist? Did I … Continue reading My Divided Family, How I Deal With It And Where I Draw My Lines
For the last few days I’ve avoided it, couldn’t focus on it as it just didn’t feel, I don’t know, writable I guess? Or, not coherent enough to in any way make sense, cause, I am still wrestling with it, and pushed it off to the side, sitting on the stoop instead on my days off watching the sunshine dapple the shade of my woodland … Continue reading Of Truths Truer Than Truthiness And Trump
Sitting here in my nook, listening to music, incense going, chillaxing on my 4 day Family Day weekend, and its Sunday so the village is quiet. The sun has poked out a couple times this morn, so that’s a rare and welcome treat as well. Spent the last couple nights hanging out, drinkin’ a few beers with a friend, listening to the odd meowing every … Continue reading At The Heart Of A Sweet Southern Woman
We all have those regrets, the missed opportunities, the people, places, things. Maybe one day, out of the blue, that missed opportunity calls you up, a second chance? Could be you don’t rightly recall why you missed out, but now you see this again before you, and what do you do? In a nutshell, a rough sketch, that is who MsB is to my Dad. … Continue reading She Ain’t No Southern Belle
by PaulaB 