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When You Make the Plunge…

So, they put the adult diapers by the audiology center. And the Trojans by the blood pressure medicine (as in, “You think you’re still healthy enough for sex? Check now!”). And the rotisserie chicken is a real assembly line. Literally. You stand in a line waiting for the hot chickens to be unloaded onto the metal shelves. Chicken....

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When the Stories I Tell are Racist

Hi, y’all. There’s a video making the rounds. It’s a clip of a teacher using a racist dramatization to imprint a math concept on her students. The whole thing was so strange that I researched it, unable to believe the teacher created this out of whole cloth. I was right. Not only do sites recommend using the mnemonic to remember...

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Saying Hello

Some of y’all are new here, so this post is simply saying hello. And what to expect. Which is only predictable based on reviewing past blog posts, because I have no plan or structure, never rhyme, but hopefully reason. I post what’s on my mind or in my heart. Often, that includes thoughts generated by my Sunday morning in church....

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Updates Galore

The dog’s recovery from surgery is going well. This is from her doggie hip surgery when the hip came out of the socket and wouldn’t go back in. The winds of Ida were only just subsiding, and her vet wasn’t open due to the hurricane, but an emergency vet in Mandeville was doing business. She got great care. The big thing: during...

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Goodbye, Facebook

The time has come. I’ve been struggling with this for over a year. Limiting my visits to Facebook. Only linking these blog posts to my author page then checking for comments on the posts—it seems rude to link the posts then ignore comments. But no more. I’m deleting my Facebook accounts. Both my personal account and my author...

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A Different Way to Write Book Club Questions

I am nearing the end of my Beta reader feedback on In the Name of Mississippi. Thus, in complete blind faith that I will find an agent for this manuscript and, unlike my last three agents, they will sell this novel about a groundbreaking civil rights lawsuit, I’m moving on to the next step. In the Name of Mississippi is contemporary fiction,...

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It’s Happening Again

History happens in slow motion. We look back in time, and see events compressed into clearly demarcated eras. But in real time, history unfolds like the proverbial (and false) frog boiling in the pot: so slow you almost don’t notice. I’m not talking about frogs. I’m talking racism (again–why can’t I confine myself...

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