Here’s the thing: I don’t talk much, not usually. I live on the receiving end of talkers, folks like Mama, who seem to have a limitless river of words flowing from somewhere deep within them, a reservoir of words just tumbling from their tongues and into our listening ears. These folks fascinate me. Sometimes, they …
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I had some real soul food today– in Orlando, Florida. I am able to pretend I am back in Louisiana each time I walk outside and feel that curtain of heat and humidity. When the fat hairy mosquitoes congregate around my bare legs, vying for my now-virgin flesh, I am too drained to fight.
A reprieve: my mother playing her Blues Hawk guitar behind my ear, stirring blood and memory.
There’s enough here that reminds