“Coming out is the most political thing you can do.”
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Author Archives: Sheila Morris
On May 29, 1945 my mom Selma and my dad Glenn eloped to get married by a justice of the peace in Magnolia, Texas. Magnolia was a small town 30 miles south of the even smaller town of Richards where … Continue reading
Well neighbors Pretty got up bright and early yesterday morning to drive me to the Verizon Help Center because I have been having technical issues with my cell phone for the past week. The Help Center/ Show Room is 15 … Continue reading
(Image theartofchildrenspicturebooks.blogspot.com.) There was in old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children she didn’t know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, Then whipped them all soundly and put them … Continue reading
Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive…it’s a train, it’s a plane, it’s Super Manic Monday at Wimbledon tomorrow and my head will be spinning like one of those old antique tops that we recently sold at … Continue reading
As the fireworks boom and crackle around me in our new neighborhood tonight, I have a few parting shots myself from a day of family, friends and fun in our new home. These are the good ol’ days…trust me on … Continue reading
In July, 1848 seventy-two years after the original Declaration of Independence was ratified and signed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania the first women’s rights convention was held in Seneca Falls, New York. A group of approximately 300 women and men gathered to … Continue reading
Coming this December – a Must Read! Read the intimate personal essays of 21 native or adopted South Carolinians who contributed significantly to the organizing of the queer community in our state from the AIDS crisis in 1984 to marriage … Continue reading
at Casa de Canterbury in November, 2016 at Casita de Cardinal this week Even the miraculously still alive 70th. birthday plant is happier in its new home. Just saying. Beat the heat this weekend, cyberspace amigas this side of the … Continue reading
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.
but Mama, why are you in all this water?