Category Archives: Rural Georgia

A child in need

There is a child, a little girl who is five years old, who needs some help. She is a student of my friend Katrina, who teaches in the very school I went to as a child. Every teacher ends up … Continue reading

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How time slips away

Not so long ago, I asked my mother to play “The Entertainer,” by Scott Joplin. She said, “I don’t know that song.” If you ever wondered how you would know childhood was definitively over, I can tell you that it … Continue reading

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One day,

when I was about eight or nine years old, back when I looked like Billy Carter, my cousins, Tonya and Beverly, and I were down at our Papa and Granny’s house, messing around in the yard, probably turning things over … Continue reading

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Where I grew up, in rural Georgia, it was a 15-minute trip to get to town. Town-town, where you’d get your hair cut or buy a pair of shoes or real groceries or underpants, not Rentz, where you might run … Continue reading

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