Going into fifth grade my Father married our Stepmother and we moved into the city. Calling Slocomb a city is like calling Dothan “Birmingham”. Trust me, that killed in Alabama. We’d been living on my Father’s bosses property in a trailer that belonged to us. We had love if nothing else. When our Stepmother enteredContinue reading “1080”
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W.D.
Alright, let’s just get into it. Last night, I had a wild dream. First off, it was local, which was odd. Usually, those are dull and/or very life-adjacent. Asheville made a brief cameo, but it was prettier than it actually is. When I say I had a wild dream, I mean- I shadowed various womenContinue reading “W.D.”
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