how brave are you exactly?
haunted, black and white, Augusta GA, 2006
this picture makes me want to look behind me. and I half expect someone to be lurking there. watching me. and then I wonder if I should be afraid or flattered. but then I suppose that it would all hang in the balance of who it was that was doing the lurking.
it's an odd sort of thought. and don't we think it often? sense someone behind us? the hairs on the backs of our necks raising. wanting to turn around and not wanting to.
sometimes, I wonder if people notice me the way I notice them.
sometimes, I hope to God that they don't.
and other times, I wonder what they would see if they did.
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earlier, in the library, I was priviledged to overhear a conversation between a mother and her son.
"but I'm scared, Momma."
"it's not about being scared; it's about doing it anyway when you're scared .... that's what makes you strong."
maybe everything isn't all lost for our next generation after all?
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mind over matter.
words over silence.
I want to write so I will open my mouth and let the story come.
instead of swallowing it alive.
so watch for clips. maybe I'll ask for your advice?
and to you, my editor in chief : ready yourself for some serious reading.