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

Posted on April 9, 2020 by mable33

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:)

Posted on November 21, 2017 by mable33

“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.

Posted on September 15, 2017 by mable33

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

Posted on June 28, 2017 by mable33

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.

Posted on May 22, 2015 by mable33

“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

Posted on May 11, 2015 by mable33

“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

Posted on October 7, 2014 by mable33

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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Our Weekly Session: Aug. 11th, 2014

Posted on August 25, 2014 by mable33

“So, how’s your scheduled?” Mrs. Jane asks, reclining behind her desk and looking every bit the shrink. She’s even wearing her concerned look: head tilted slightly to the right, trimmed eyebrows bent upward, lips pursed into a slight frown. It’s … Continue reading →

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