
Rich, Rich, Rich
Whew. September has been rich, rich, rich. A writing residency in a sweet little mountain cabin overflowing with books. Paying homage to a Civil Rights
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Whew. September has been rich, rich, rich. A writing residency in a sweet little mountain cabin overflowing with books. Paying homage to a Civil Rights

I love the opening line of this article: “Lauretta Hannon is a hoot.” You can read the article in V3 Magazine here.

Thrilled and honored to be a contributor to this upcoming book. I’ll be riffing on the song Famine from O’Connor’s Universal Mother album. Look for

That time I was summoned to Nashville to write a tell-all about a country music legend. Shortly after, I was approached to pen a true

Within a week of publication of my memoir, the first stalker appeared. Two more would follow. I never dreamt one would sneak into my home.

We wrote. We did the soul work. We laughed. Then laughed some more. We hiked. Crafted collages. Donned tattoos. Cried. Uplifted. Listened. Shared goosebumps. Reveled

Mama scouted for bookstores in her area that would host me when The Cracker Queen first came out. This is how she indicated that a

Dearest Darlin’ Ones, When in Italy last fall, I got more than just delectable vino and gelato: I got clarity about some life purpose things.

Inside a prison for juveniles–amid violence and lockdowns–a way out emerges.

The power of our words and the stories we claim.