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It all began with a bang. It was the sort of noise that in the midst of a typical spring day could’ve been mistaken for anything - the clapping of a gate, the fall of a window sash, the clatter of closing shutters, the slam of a car door. At first, it had gone unnoticed. Violet had been on her hands and knees in the kitchen garden pushing okra seeds into the damp, grey earth. She was focused, almost meditating, on the dull aching in her knees, the wet of the soil moistening the thin cloth of ...

As spring erupts all around the great southern city of Atlanta, it reminds me of one thing…. okay so two things…. bikini season is rapidly approaching (yikes!) and my annual family reunion is just around the corner. Every June, my family pours in from all over the country and comes together for a smudge of a weekend to celebrate love, American style. We hug hello, eat our faces off, cry a few tears, laugh uproariously, eat some more, talk about what a great and unique family we have, while a...

Yesterday, I stopped by the Starbucks in Little 5 Points, the closest chapel of the Church of Coffee, to visit a friend and find a little inspiration. For those that dabble, coffee is just a beverage, a quick pick-me-up to boost them through the day. For those of us “true believers,” coffee has become something of a new religion. Communion was to be delivered in the form of a tall peppermint mocha and I dutifully paid my tithe. Amen. Now, as with all religions, you will find your various lev...

On, Oscar! On, Oliver! On, Hank and on, Jake! A whirling, tumbling, Boston-size quake, Barking, drooling, snorting and more They rolled down the hallway and crashed through the door! They rolled down the street, taking out cars and breaking down mailboxes, and tearing up yards. They frightened the neighbors and caused such a stir, This pooping and peeing Whirring cyclone of fur. Like termites with tails, they devoured a school, A junk yard, a restaurant, the neighborhood pool. They kept right...

It all began with a bang. It was the sort of noise that in the midst of a typical spring day could’ve been mistaken for anything - the clapping of a gate, the fall of a window sash, the clatter of closing shutters, the slam of a car door – all common elements in the din of a breezy spring Saturday. At first, it had gone unnoticed. Violet had been on her hands and knees in the kitchen garden pushing okra seeds into the damp, grey earth. She was focused, almost meditating, on the dull aching in...