Sea Worthy

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

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...
Maternal Cow Moxie

Maternal Cow Moxie

Dusk was warm even by Southern Mississippi standards. The bugs were out with reckless abandon, and our after-work beers were drank at the back of the house, in the shade of the large water oaks.   Larry grilled burgers on our little gas grill. The cats milled...