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Death took a walk with me. A haunted shore. Shell shards. Upended trees.

I teetered on the earth’s rim. Held my love’s hand. Bit windblown hair and embraced thundering water.

Life and Death merged on a strip of sand.Continue Reading

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Growing up in South Carolina, I probably saw snow a handful of times in my formative years, always a wet, slushy mess. On my fourteenth birthday, it snowed several inches. I remember getting out and playing in it with my then-boyfriend.Continue Reading

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I admit it. As humiliating as it is to confess, especially to a big ole audience like this one, I’ll just put it out there. Today, I’m forty-three years old. Middle-aged. A little saggier and baggier today than I was yesterday. So, I ought to be able to own justContinue Reading