She Kept A Parrot
A Journal For Charlie
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When Boy was little, his parents assembled a fort in his yard. He was excited. He was a little afraid. The fort was very tall, and he was very small. Soon enough and with considerable encouragement, he mastered the climb to the top of his newly discovered world. The Fort became Boy’s little kingdom. He popped up halting any intruder who dared to set foot on the pathway near the fort. Countless… Read More
It all started on Friday morning. Boy showed up with an itch. To catch him some catfish. Well, I don’t know a thing about catching a fish, period. I remember riding with my daddy in the motor boat when he went to collect the catfish off the trot lines at the lake. I was a kid. He said the whiskers bite. Now, I was something of a tomboy, but biting fish didn’t… Read More
Boy’s Sugah Mama I haven’t talked much about Boy’s mother. She is the best mother I ever knew. Maybe it’s because she’s a smart and funny and kind-to-the-bone woman. She wanted Boy badly. She was thirty-six years old when he was born. She spent the last two months before he was born lying on the sofa. It was a difficult time, but she was determined to have that Boy. It isn’t just… Read More
Memories are composed of small details. I understood that after Pops died. As I looked through photographs that I had carelessly snapped of his feet or hands or shoes, I realized that those kinds of details are the ones that make a person unique. Portraits are nice, but what we really remember about a person is the way he holds his hands or wears his boots even after they are worn out…. Read More
I can’t save money. I can’t even save half a slice of my favorite pie for the next day’s treat. I live in the moment, I think. I am self-indulgent and a real spendthrift. Be careful what you casually admire in my house. You’re likely to walk away with it regardless of whether you wanted it. Worse yet is the inability to purchase a present for Christmas (or for any other… Read More
Sweet Dreams
I follow several photographers who participate in the 365 Day photo project. They post remarkable images. Sometimes, they post photographs that aren’t just technically great or clever or dramatic. These are the photographs that I remember. One man posted a photograph of his sleeping daughter. That touched me because he was secure enough to do it. He undoubtedly knew that nobody cares about photographs of our sleeping children. We adore them, but… Read More
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