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Reflections of an Irish Car Bombing- Part III: Friday Sept. 18th 2015

In the dizzy year since getting my license, I was surprised to realize that you can learn the most about a person, anyone, while watching them ride in a car. The slightest rapping of fingertips on the dash, a yawn, … Continue reading

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Mississippi Gulf Coast: Grace does the Beach, Summer 2017:)

“Easy reading is damned hard writing.”– Nathanial Hawthorn Photography is perhaps the easiest of the arts to take in. With a glace we get the “warm fuzzies” from an image of a gentle embrace, a wallpaper of sunflowers in spring, a snapshot of a rainbow. … Continue reading

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Fath-er: Sunday, Sept. 6th 2015.

fath-er NOUN A man in relation to his natural child or children. Synonyms: dad, daddy, pop, pa, dada… Still coated with clear antibiotic cream, Dad’s tattoo wraps around his left bicep-a westernized, bastardized version of Maori tribal. Its lines are … Continue reading

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Moth-er, Mother, MoTHER: Friday September 4th, 2015

moth-er NOUN a woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth. synonyms: female parent, materfamilias, matriarch, mom, mommy, ma, mama. vulgar slang NORTH AMERICA: short for motherf***** “I love your house Mrs. Nolan, the … Continue reading

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The Viloent Bear It and Grin: Part I- Saturday March 14, 2015.

“Gosh it’s hot.” Grace moans. She’s fanning  herself with an old newspaper, lifting her ponytail to airing her neck, “It’s like a sauna in here.” “Yes, it is.” June says, indifferent. She’s slouched in the front passenger seat, hardly moving as … Continue reading

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Salt Kool-Aid from Mars: Friday March 6th, 2015

“I’m not sure about her.” June says. She stirs her mashed potatoes and peas into a sea foam colored gruel as her hamburger, normally inhaled the moment she places her lunch tray on the table, sits cooling. “How’s her Spanish coming?” “Good.” … Continue reading

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Driving Ms. June: Part Two-Sept. 6, 2014

A jazz band plays as we wind between the crowded booths of the Brannon Century Mall’s bi-monthly crafts fair. June, wider than me, forces our way through an ocean of artsy types donning black Buddy Holly glasses and sporting every … Continue reading

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