My green bean

I remember when my grandma used to make me snap green beans. It was kind of a big thing in the south. I don’t know too many people that still snap beans, but I learned early. I remember, early on, that the bigger beans always had the most pods. Me and my grandmother would sit and count the pods. That’s about the only bonding experience … Continue reading My green bean

Live it 

I’ve been in a funeral home since the early 90’s. I grew up there. My family owned it. I learned how to do it, and do it without emotion. The first funeral I ever cried at was my friend Dorian. He got hit by a car on Holloween. Then after so much sickness, my grandfather laid on the table that he had stood over for … Continue reading Live it