A Story No One Is Left To Tell
Even when I was little I was fascinated by graveyards. Not the new ones, mind you, with their tinkling wind chimes and fake flowers scattered over the grounds like Mardi Gras confetti. I loved the ancients that were old and
Speaking of Zebras…
With a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, my husband said, "Come here--I have to show you something." Always susceptible to intrigue, I followed him into our bedroom. The lights were dimmed, and I could see an odd flickering coming
The Erosion of Memory
"Some stories are true that never happened." ~Elie Weisel My memories are being eroded; they are being washed away bits and layers at a time. And once I walk through the valley of my mind, stooping to sift through the remains,
The Slave Quarters: Writing What I Know
When I was six years old, my family moved from a two story, cedar-sided home with an intercom system and attached garage into a 500 square foot slave quarters set on a 365 acre, Civil War-era farm. The arrangement was