Beliefs, Skepticism, and a Detailed Look into 1920s Bluegrass Lore — I was born and raised, and still remain, in Kentucky — the Bluegrass State. Although there is much about my roots that I don’t know, I do know that my maternal side of the family came from the deep South, where superstition was a way of life. And through my…

LADYBUG Golden sunlight streamed through the trees, casting a warm glow upon the earth. With each step, Journey’s feet crunched the fallen leaves beneath, creating a melodic rhythm. Walking along the path, she stumbled upon two towering stone structures, their crowns veiled beneath a canopy of leaves. The towers had…

Prompt response: Liminal landscapes — O lost souls on the midnight passage, haven't you got any wings? Listen as he comes tap tap tappin’, rappin’ his crooked cane. Children of light get lost in his laughter, charmed by his tinklin’ keys. Follow him down to the eternal door —trancin’ — swept in the beat. O…

A short story — Man was only made of dust, once. Some believed it was the dust of the earth, while others thought it was something more celestial, like stardust. Whether from the ground or from the sky, flesh was never meant to endure for eternity; it would wither away and someday, die. Perhaps…

About last night —

Creepy Deep South Horror — When I heard of Tananarive Due’s new release, I knew I had to have it. Having thoroughly enjoyed The Good House about a year ago, also authored by Due, I became an instant fan of her storytelling. …

Building Bridges of Love — Recently, I read an article titled “Reigniting Your Faith in the Face of Hypocrisy and Religiosity,” and it got me thinking about my faith journey. I am sharing this because I am a person of the Christian faith, and I haven’t been very open about it. Many are leaving the…

Witchery of love — She thought the baby was asleep, Lulled by the man on the moon to sweet dreams. After all, he never woke in the night. Then again, she had never left him to see What he might do if the opportunity arose. She rubbed her swollen belly, Thought about the man who…

And you have no real plans. Just a binder filled with hope, thoughts, ideas, and girlhood dreams — but no solid steps to achieve. 18 and you’ve got a few dollars from your job at Dollar Tree. With that money, you’ll leave, but only after your family has gone to church, and there’s…