“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air–moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh–felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and
I was an incredibly stupid teenager. Monumentally stupid. But I didn’t think so at the time. I knew everything. Everything about everything. My friends and I used to joke, “Just kill me if I’m in a home or can’t wipe
Ziti is a magical thing. Ever since the Sopranos–and Carmella’s kinda-sorta priest-seducing ziti–I’ve wondered how it could be so magical. And then I tasted it. A friend whom I hadn’t seen in far too long invited us over for dinner.
I miss my Meth Mondays. If I only forgot trivial things, like the ten thousand and one weird facts or lines from movies or television shows that I carry with me on my day-to-day journeys, like a sack of
Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and the end of 2017 is just a few naps away. I can’t believe 2018 is almost here. This year has been a tough one, a scary one, but also a very, very good one. I have
A coffee cup is a sneaky thing. It escapes my clutches, either dashing with all its caffeinated sweetness, charging the barrier that it (was?) my laptop, or disappearing from the spot I had laid it down just a moment before.
Dental insurance puzzles me. The medical community knows that poor dental health leads to poor medical health: infections, bone loss, and gum disease are often harbingers of even worse health conditions. They’ve been linked to heart disease, “thickness in the
It is officially Fall in South Mississippi. And by Fall, I mean that the temperatures—just this week—finally fell below high 80’s during the day. Sure, I’ll blink twice and the heat will return, but for now, it’s Fall. It’s
Last weekend was a crazy one. But good. Really, really good. My girl had some friends in from out of town, and we took in the Equality Fest, a well-known restaurant on the water, and card games, all of which
I was in pig tails when I kicked the bar in my parents’ kitchen because I couldn’t memorize my multiplication tables. My parents worked with me over and over and over and I just couldn’t get them. I can’t remember