i want to be sure i stay awake until midnight tonight.
don’t waste a minute of the last gasps of spring.
summer begins to steal the daylight hours
as surely as heat rises.
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About Sheila Morris
Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother.
In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality.
She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019.
She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
Love the long days too and not looking forward to that S.C. heat and humidity. Although I’d take it any day over the N.Y. snow and cold!
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Heat doesn’t rise enough, let me tell you!
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😦 Luanne, I really feel for you in Phoenix. I will not complain about the heat here.
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Thank you 😀
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So, did you make it to midnight? That’s waaaaay past bedtime at my house 😉
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Almost!! Pretty and I stay us waaaay too late on a regular basis…
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Party girls!
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You bet!!
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Sigh, the Solstice does start that long, slow slog toward darkness and cold. I don’t want to think about it. Wishing you a Merry Summer and never ending a.c.!!
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You made me laugh with the never ending a.c.!! 🙂
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