Wildflowers
Such a lovely selection of girls, Gladys thought. She could easily choose one here for her David. Or rather, David should pick somebody out. One of them…
A Thousand Words
“You’re a jerk.”
“No, you’re a jerk.”
Daniel brushed Diamond’s tail with the coarse brush until it felt like silk.
“At least I have prospects…
Sea Worthy
Isobell was sick of wearing black. Her beloved Frank had passed some time ago; exactly how long, she could no longer recall. It simultaneously felt like yesterday and years ago. But she did know she was tired of somber clothing and the sadness it wrapped around….
Soft Serve
My father orders black raspberry ice cream. The soft serve sits on the cone in a beautiful dark purple twist. Ick, my 7-year-old self says, greedily taking my own sprinkle-covered chocolate delight. Try it, my father says, putting the cone to my lips. I take a small…
Photo by David Grunfeld, Times-PicayuneSnow in the Land of Crawfish
I owe the fine people of Mississippi an apology. Our first winter of 2015-2016 here was a piece of cake. We started a fire in the woodstove once or twice. Folks said it was a mild winter. I said yeah, okay, right, and rolled my eyes. Our second winter was similar.