I think it’s impossible for anyone to do anything big completely on their own. If folks tell you they are soul riders in their journey, I call bullshit. For two years I annoyed the hell out of other folks that I knew had the answers, my answers! What can be more satisfying than digging up…
Bonnie Got Herself a Baby…
The Beginning... My life didn't begin in New Orleans, or even in Louisiana. I didn't enter the world under a full moon with wolves howling in celebration of my birth. I was born in Marietta, Georgia in the sweltering summer of 1995 with the odds stacked against me (okay fine...it was '75...). A young lady…
Who We Are…
I have spilled my adoption memories in to words and with every post it takes me days to make those words turn into sentences, hopefully my feelings make sense to you, my generous readers. But not this one, this one is easy for me. There will be no middle story to link my thoughts together…
Laissez les bon temps rouler…
There are three sides to history, two versions of what is thought to have taken place and then the truth for what did take place. Often the two versions engage in endless debates, even war, and the truth is never unveiled. Mardi Gras… Shrove Tuesday… a day of overindulgence and music and parades… the day…
No Pins No Belts
In the back bedroom closet of our family home lived a filing cabinet. The filing cabinet smelled like manila folders, you know the smell. In the filing cabinet lived personal belongings that my momma deemed important enough to survive if the rest of our home burnt to a smoldering pile of waste. My mom is…
2332 Habersham Drive
"I know they say you can't go home again. I just had to come back one last time..." We had a dog named Britt. He was a Brittany Spaniel. From what I remember about Britt, he was spirited and loved cats. When Britt caught a smell in the air… BOOM… Britt took off running like he…
Memories
It's as easy as riding a bicycle... The genius that coined that phrase should be kicked in the shin for every time my shoelaces got wrapped around my peddles and I ate asphalt. If you have not sported a Hitler shaped mustache burn mark above your upper lip or picked rocks out of road…
Thar She Blows
It's B-Day I have spent countless perturbed impatient and pissed off hours trying to "develop" this "website". I wanted a fabulous WEBSITE! A website that Oprah would be proud of and she would shout out that word like none other but her can spew... FABULOUS! I had visions of blitz and bling with all of…
That's What She Said... 
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