The new wild

He was bad. Not wife beating, bank robbing bad, but rebellious bad. Wild bad. He worked at the Courtesy Food Store and looked clean-cut enough in his short-sleeved white shirt and black tie. I’d see him when Mama did her shopping and sometimes when he was walking home along the railroad tracks. But even though…

The f-word

Lent is upon us. The bon temps have roulered and now it is time to pray, reflect, repent, and give up. In past years I have given up cokes, sweets, and criticizing – not necessarily in that order. This year, after careful consideration and soul-searching, I have decided to give up that which calls me…

Black and white and read all over

Today is Valentine’s Day. A day for romancing, woo pitching, undying love pledging. And for more than one excited girl, I’m sure, her knight in shining khakis will drop down on one knee, present her with a sparkler, and say the most anticipated four words – Will you marry me? She will scream and probably…

Leap of faith

The world was just waiting for me. My razor-sharp wit. My moonlight and magnolias charm. My blonde ebullience. Was there life before me? Hardly. Or so I’d like to think. But the truth is a harsh mistress. You see, but for a whim and a dance, little Audrey would not be. Not just any whim,…

I can drink gasoline

Leroy was Granny’s yard man. He was jolly, always quick with a joke or a funny rhyme. He believed that if you hung a dead snake over a tree limb it would rain. He believed that garlic kept the haints away. He had biceps as big as tree trunks, or so it seemed to me,…