Be Nice to the Trees, Or Else My short story "A Taste of Robins" won the 2025 Winter Hauntings competition, earning me a creepy doll and a hundred dollar award. Autumn Ware, the competition's creator (popping out behind me in the photo), claimed the hundred dollar bill was sewed up inside the doll. I am … Continue reading Be Nice to the Trees, Or Else
Trailer Park Date I've seen paradise, and it's a trailer park. I remember, years ago, driving through a mobile home community around Varnamtown, NC, and suspecting I'd stumbled into heaven. It bordered the Intracoastal Waterway near the NC/SC line - I could hear the ocean's waves; sailboats drifted by with the seasons. The land was … Continue reading Trailer Park Date
Enmarshed Enmarshed is the best kind of word - the made-up kind. It's also a stolen word, filched from my friend Autumn Ware's blog, which only adds to its appeal. What does enmarshed mean? Intertwined, connected, with many pieces making up a whole (Jessi's Dictionary). A net is enmarshed. In fact, "marsh" is a local … Continue reading Enmarshed
Hurricane Tattoos Last Thursday, the pine trees were dancing like inflatable tube men, the power was out, Hurricane Idalia was here, and I was in my element. I suspect that hurricanes and I are made of the same substance, and despite their danger, I love them. Which is why I got this hurricane tattoo on … Continue reading Hurricane Tattoos
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