Momma's Prayers is published! Thank you to all the wonderful folks who helped me get this done!
Good morning and hello from North Mississippi. I’m a bit under the weather, not sick per se, feverish from overheating (if such a thing is possible.) The flower beds need plucking, poison removing, and centipedes killing. It’s enough to drive a retiree back into the workforce. Chunk ignores the centipedes, and they return the favor.... Continue Reading →
My mother knows I’m writing this and has demanded I not make her out to be a saint.At age three, I was diagnosed with epilepsy and generalized colonic-tonic seizures, or grand mal seizures. The doctors informed my mother my life would never be normal.“He will never ride a bike, or play contact sports, nor will... Continue Reading →
It’s after nine p.m. as I began to write this thing-a-mabog for my doohickey. My momma and I went to town last Saturday. I wanted to go to Goodwill and look for some books. Some folks like shoes, I like books. To me, books are like eternal friends. My perspective is a bit skewered I... Continue Reading →