Copyright 2011, G. M. Lupo There’s a tradition, particularly in the South, of claiming an ancestor was “full-blooded Cherokee” and for most, it’s just a charming family myth. In Delilah Barber’s case, however, it was true. Her mother’s mother was born into a tribe in North Carolina and came to Georgia with her non-Native-American husband … Continue reading Delilah Barber
Rosalind Duchard sits in the office of her brother-in-law, Marcel. She’s come to solicit a favor from him, but as she outlines it for him, he starts shaking his head. “Rosie, you know I’m not that kind of lawyer. I do real estate. I don’t handle custody cases.” “Don’t worry about it, Marcel. It just … Continue reading Worthy, Rosalind and Marcel
In the 1970s, in Atlanta, there was a run-down theater at the corner of Peachtree and Ponce called The Fox. It was apparently built earlier in the century as a Masonic Lodge, but became an entertainment venue, which showed movies and held live shows. By the early 70s, it had fallen on hard times and … Continue reading Fox Tower
From A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman.
Dead Man’s Hat from Fables of the New South. Visit the book page (above) for more info.
Endorsed by the National Coalition of Amateur Forensic Pathologists.
The only constant is change. Age seven; fifty years ago. In the past, I tended to make a big deal out of each birthday, taking time off from work and scheduling activities to help me celebrate. This year, I have a lot of unscheduled time off and nowhere to go, since everything is shut down … Continue reading Fifty-seven
The sun goes down, worlds darken...
The single best statement I have ever written about myself.
Cover artwork for Words Words Words, compiled works.