1736 Lamont Street. I knew this was the place when I first saw it. A stately Victorian tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. The house looked majestic sitting there bordered by lovely rows of azaleas across the front, their pink, frilly blooms jutting out over the slender, almost lime green leaves. Sure, it needed … Continue reading
In the tic tock moments of time distance drips from an IV as we realize the quality of permanence desperate attempts we all claw at wholeness denied by age decided by destiny rambling on until the grand finale Continue reading
So we left our heroine, Mary Ann Davis on the cusp of having entered the county beauty pageant to compete for prize money which she desperately needed to go to medical assistant school in California. Mary Ann’s career goals were limited in her little town so she had decided she wanted to be an assistant … Continue reading
After the assembly, Eliza and I picked up little pink pamphlets with a typewriter embossed at the top. “Boy, some of the idiots they let in this place,” I said. “Definitely,” Eliza answered. “To think that I would cut my nails to type all day!” Time passed in a flurry and the contest was near. … Continue reading
In case you need to read the previous: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/ “So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. It was an application for the Miss Rutherford County Contest. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him. “I’m helping you get … Continue reading
It was the end of the day and my cousin Joey and I were skating in the concrete drainage ditch on the outskirts of town. It was spring in Witt, Texas and I was gonna be history as soon as I could figure a way out of this town. Not that Witt was such a … Continue reading
Ah, April astounding us all draped in robes of beautiful cruelty snowing us with lilacs and luscious roses but taking things, once vibrant things returning them to the still earth keeping that impenetrable bar at a lofty height keeping weeping tears at bay gifted a box of ashes praying for rebirth carrying a myriad of … Continue reading
