When my friend Josie Abrams messaged me on Facebook, she made an unusual request. “My daughter wants to be like you.”
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How could a child I’ve never met want to be like me???
Josie and I graduated from Leadership Charleston in 1999. I didn’t see her much in the years between then and now. When I saw her on Facebook, I friended her, because she was one of those people.
You know those people.
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My favorite thing about French Camp, Mississippi isn’t that it’s steps from the Natchez Trace. I don’t care about the historic cabins. The Big Willie doesn’t incite that ‘special hunger.’
I can find other ways to get busy.
In French Camp, it’s as simple as lying on my back. Outside. On a blanket in the grass. Big Willie is optional.Continue Reading
Have you ever forgotten where you’ve been?
Yeah. That’s me these days. I’m blessed to be able to get out there, slap skin and meet potential readers. For a finite time, I’m living my dream.
Dreams whitewash reality.
I’ve never been this tired. Not when I worked eighteen-hour-days during tax season. Or when I performed onstage in a string of late nights. Wherever people show up, they expect my best self……and they deserve it to reward their sacrifice of valuable time.Continue Reading