When Words Come Due
Getting these thoughts down won't be easy. I know that as well as I know my own name. I also know I should be working on the manuscript that's under deadline. And I was, until this piece ambushed me. Words that have been politely bidding their time in the corners of my mind, marinating like nobody's business, have suddenly demanded to take shape in black
The Rest of Mercy’s Story
I knew I would have to tell y’all. I thought I’d waited long enough that I might be able to do it without crying. I was wrong. Again. Last Sunday I flew home from Georgia and landed in Monroe, LA. My first stop on the drive home from the airport was Highway 2. I needed to see my man in the worst way and that meant