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I was born and raised in the Deep South of which I love to write about. I came to live with my son and his wife, in California, ( I also love to write about it), thirteen years ago.

I have two grandchildren here and two in Mississippi and until five years

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Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Memories: 1 of 102
Our small apartment on the corner of Greaves and Mays holds many memories. When my husband and I came back to my hometown after he was discharged from the Navy, we lived with my mother for a short while, then rented our own place. The house was old and had been made into two apartments on each side with screened in porches an... More..
Entertainment > Movie Genres Movie scenes that make you cry: 1 of 73
In "Imitation of Life" the movie that stars Lana Turner, Sandra Dee and Susan Kohner, there is a scene that is so gut-wrenching, you would almost have to seek therapy after watching it. Lana and Sandra are white and from childhood, Susan and her mother, who are black, have lived with them but, were treated as if they were fam... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 9 of 654
Black are my dreams withbrooding dark eyesand thunderous skieshooded men on mailed horseswith spearsSnakes crawling at nightunder skies with no lightAn evil old witchwith a mouth with a twitchScreaming wildcats with soundslike a womanA war tank growling loudlyas our land is invadedand I hear voices speaking ina foreign langua... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 9 of 633
I know a place where I can go andwatch a mighty river flowIt is a cozy little nook, where Ican take and read a bookbut it's hard to concentratewhen the river dominates my thoughtstake me back in time toante bellum days sublimewith gents and ladies disembarkinga steamboat, laughing, talkingof the places they had been down rive... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs My true garden story: 7 of 298
My grandfather was a true land lover. His father built the house my grandfather and mother lived in for his wife. When my grandfather married my grandmother, my other great grandfather gave him land that every year was planted with cotton, corn, tomatoes and field peas and harvested in late summer and early fall. Unless it wa... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Racism Is racism taught or learned?: 2 of 80
Racism is a form of hate. It can't be taught. You learn it yourself. You can be raised in it but, whether you chose to follow tradition is your decision.Racism is not only segregation of black and white but, it is hatred among races of all kind.I was raised during times of segregation but, I chose not to follow in the steps o... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My beloved dogs: 2 of 79
Sabbath was his name. He was the offspring of Sadie, a poodle, and Abigal, my niece's black dachshund. Sabbath was ours for nine full years and as my daughter said one day, "Mom, you need to do something about Sabbath. He thinks he's human." I laughed. He was, indeed, one spoiled dog but very pretty. His hair was champagne an... More..
Celebrations & Holidays > Wedding Traditions & Themes What not to do on your honeymoon: 1 of 33
We were married by a Justice of the Peace in Mississippi not far from Vicksburg, which is on the Mississippi River. The Justice saw that we were nervous so he served some rather stiff drinks which we anxiously partook of.My sisters boyfriend and my husband had become very good friends so they were our witnesses.My husband was... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee: 3 of 76
I'm grinding you upto fit in my cupdon't look at me that wayYou knew it was your timeto brew and shineyou are no good the way you areexcept coated with chocolateand I am a chocoholicI'll get you one way or anotherso quit all that screamingturn into a ground'cause I think I hear my mothercalling for her cupto help her get upli... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Food: 6 of 139
Have you ever eaten a chicken foot? I mean, toenails and all? What a sight to walk in a kitchen only to find a pot of chicken feet boiling away. It's like someone is in that pot clawing to get out which gave us nightmares for days after.My grandfather believed in eating every organ of anything he was going to slaughter and th... More..