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I am researching the history of Central State Hospital in Milledgeville, Georgia. Originally called the Georgia Lunatic Asylum, the hospital opened in late 1842. While reading the Admission Register that documents the first 888 patients, I discovered this rather shocking scenario regarding the 22nd person admitted to the Asylum: Mrs. Temperance Thomas, lunatic from Jones… Continue reading Lunacy or Love?

“the Dragonfly” by W.S. Merwin Hoeing the bean field here are the dragonfly’s wings From this spot the wheat once signaled With lights It is all here With these feet on it My own And the hoe in my shadow

The bit below appeared on our local online NextDoor earlier this week.  Happy Friday. by Jason Carter You farted in the grocery store yesterday. You were the thick brunette with the furry boots who farted in the bread section last night. I was the light brown hair with the dad body next to you who… Continue reading Stuff You Can’t Make Up

Jackie wondered why she suggested to Margot that they meet at Beane Brews after the funeral.  Merely walking into the place felt like having a bucket of cold water poured over their heads – thanks to the temperature and the crowd.  Glancing at the “Tag Us on Insta” sign confirmed Jackie’s suspicion that millennials believed… Continue reading “Coffee Talk”

Are you fucking kidding me? I thought. What the fuck? I thought. Who does that? But I know the answer to that. particular. question. I asked a question that You didn’t want asked. And you wanted the answer even less than you wanted to hear the question. And you don’t like it. And now, I… Continue reading This is Just to Say…

When the throng returned ~ did anyone even notice or worry that they had lost us? ~ in those pre-cell phone days? ~ I digress. They all came stumbling in. I was on top of you. We were dressed. Under the covers. But I pulled my shirt off. Dropped it to the floor. And proceeded… Continue reading midnight at 24

We are having a snowy day. I am obsessed and entranced by the quietude. I only recently discovered that quietude is a thing ~ a real thing. Sound is muffled by snow. The sound of snow is a shower of downy feathers, silent symphonies, unsaid conversations, lingering cobwebs. I think this must be what it… Continue reading a Necessary Quilt

Here is my final question before coffee… What to do with this part of me that is determined to spread throughout my body and this life of mine? The wanton spirit I exorcised quite effectively so many years ago? 26 years ago, exactly. But who is counting? And I went further, because I am an… Continue reading a final question

phone calls from my best friend the excitement of love unfolding cool, dewy mornings when birds chirp and light fog blankets everything hearing my wind chimes in the night breezes good books that “turn up the volume” of living an unexpected smile sent my way good meals with great wine and spicy conversation funny greeting… Continue reading February 1997 Gratitude excerpts

“Tis curious that we only believe as deep as we live.” – Emerson, from Beauty I write in journals – almost daily, and I have been doing so since 1987. My personal archives both fascinates and appalls me, depending on the day. I have no idea what the fate of my collection will be after… Continue reading 1997 called…