I’m fashed, my Aunt Bonnie would say. From the French ‘fâcher,’ to make angry, or offend. It’s an old Southern term — probably been around since French settlements. It isn’t just ‘to get mad,’ however — at least not the [...]
I’m fashed, my Aunt Bonnie would say. From the French ‘fâcher,’ to make angry, or offend. It’s an old Southern term — probably been around since French settlements. It isn’t just ‘to get mad,’ however — at least not the [...]
Some days, you wonder why you keep throwing yourself into the fray. You email a friend, or he emails you, and together you whine about the total futility of it all. ‘It’ being, of course, convincing the bad guys you [...]
Two friends who attend my church — or at least what I think of as ‘my’ church, despite not attending it w/ any degree of frequency! — lost their nephew today. Lost him in a pool of dark red blood [...]
I struggle with anger. At least 2-3 times daily I blow up. I should clarify that statement. I don’t become angry on my own behalf: I’m okay when people don’t like me, or think I’m too poetic, too crazy, too [...]
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the love of a teacher ~
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art festivals & beginner's heart ~
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grand-nephews & grace ~
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days of youth, death, & disconnection ~
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