F$%^ the Police?

Sometimes fear is the four-letter F word. Red and blue lights flash in my rear view and my pulse quickens. I glance over to make sure my glove compartment box is still there, as if, at the sound of the siren, it would have magically vanished with my papers in it. I roll the window […]

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Yay! The Decatur Book Festival is here!

I was the girl who did happy dances at book fairs. Whose mother rewarded her summer book reading…with more books. Who considered books an appropriate birthday, Christmas, wedding, anytime-you-wanna-say-I-love-you gift. I even trawled the campus bookstore buying up the interesting required books from other classes (sorry, Florida State!) Needless to say, my particular brand of […]

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I’m About to Go Broke

I kid, I kid! But not really. When I first moved to Atlanta seven years ago, I discovered a store that not only kept its racks full of fashionable, work-appropriate clothing, but also made clothes small enough for women my size. Honestly, that’s all I really ask of a store; make stuff I can fit […]

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Zimmerman’s Valid Fear

“I’m gon’ put some lead in him,” Mr. Williams says. His raucous laugh holds no mirth, but his belly shakes a little beneath his hands. “If I catch ’em in my yard, I’ma beat the piss out of ’em!” “Mhmm. I ain’t got too good an aim, so I’ma buy me one of them shotguns. […]

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