What’s funny about this is i didn’t expect it to circulate throughout my family. It has.

And the response to it is widely embarrassing, for me. I wouldn’t be able to take my mother’s response to it. Everyone else is loving it. I didn’t expect for it to be noticed. Reading to my mother, she wouldn’t allow it. She came to a few of my readings & got choked up. We never talked about it. But if I want to know anything I’d ask my sister. Neither of us can take it.

I’m not around them much anymore since I’m older but per their visit I’m strongly considering moving South. Strongly. Embracing my southern ways, for now.

I appreciate your four cents. I could have taken six or ten, if we’re being honest. If I’m nothing else, I’m honest. I see how & why you write about these old southern women. I love those stories and see a lot of my own family in them. I never thought to write about them. I live vicariously through your prose & poetry. And I’ve been super satisfied to do so, pleasantly so. I don’t think I’ve truly understand that some of that is homage, love, and embracing of your own self. Perhaps, I’m speaking more for myself here.

Today, one of those women has made some older double digit & we’re now having a bday party. And this has taken me forever to respond to because of this gathering.

I absolutely dig your response(s) to this. Truly, I’m basking up the Southern Rays as I type. A little choked up myself.

(You would never believe that it’s taken over an hour to draft this.)