Fragments from a Fractured Mind


The more things change….

The veneralble Old Mill, just off the Parkway and on the Pigeon River, in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.

The veneralble Old Mill, just off the Parkway and on the Pigeon River, in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.

Late last year, I was ready to make a change. I’d been exhibiting at my local gallery, a privilege that cost me $50 a month. The exhibit had been open for about a year and a half. The images therein had been changed once, about halfway through that run. But I’d sold…..nothing. By December 2014, I’d invested right at 1200 dollars or so into those exhibits, for no return. So, as you might expect, I was, at the time, very seriously considering ending my relationship with the gallery. In fact, I had decided to go and collect my images therefrom on January 2.

And then I got a sale. Just before Christmas, a lady from Denver, of all places, in town to visit a friend, walked into the gallery, spotted my work, and she bought four framed images. Needless to say, this greatly improved my morale. I decided to let the thing run a bit longer. My spirits were lifted enough by this sale that I quickly reinvested the proceeds into having nine new images printed and matted and framed, and the new stuff went on the gallery wall in mid-January of 2015. Lotsa folks oohed and aahed and said all sorts of nice things when they saw the newly printed work. My hopes were very much lifted.

But then….it was back to the old routine. Nice work, nicely captured, nicely matted, and nicely framed, nicely hanging there on the gallery wall, gathering little more than dust and bringing absolutely nothing to me, save for a collection of “That’s nice!” sorta comments. But no sales.

So. We come to August of this year, with no further activity. By this time, I’d invested something near $2100 into this gallery exhibit and had sold roughly $650 (gross) worth of images. That’s a return of less than a third of my investment. Soooooo…..

I came to the conclusion that enough is enough. Mid-August came and my images came down and I ended my relationship with the gallery. I have instead determined to focus (no pun intended) on my website and,….what’s that, you say? Which website?

Well, it’s to be found at

Now then. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Besides the website, you’ll find a few of my images at a new online place –

Now, YouPic describes itself thusly: “YouPic is the place for photography enthusiasts around the world to be inspired, receive recognition and improve their photography.” This is a “look and comment” site only. No downloads permitted and no sales at YouPic. You’ll need to visit my website for that.

And speaking of which, I’ve just added 50 new images to To see them, click on the “Fresh” link on the website’s toolbar. Most of these new images were captured on our jaunt to Savannah, Georgia. (GO THERE! Savannah is a unique and wonderful place!) and there are a few images from our last journey to Pigeon Forge and a coupla shots from last summer’s trip to see the kids up in West Virginia. It’s all nice and new and up for your consideration, just as we approach the holiday gift-buying season. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

So, there ya are. Go and smell the ros…um, that is….go and havalook, willya?

Here’s one on me!


You buy ANYTHING, no matter how small, from my Fine Art America website during the month of May, you’ll get a $100 gift certificate for wine of your choosing from Naked Wines. That’s right!. You buy art photos from me, and YOU”LL drink to that!

Here’s a link to more info:

And here’s a link to my FAA website:

Here’s to ya!

New Exhibit Opens!!

Mists of Morning - West Virginia
JaiGieEse PhotoArt opened a new exhibit on Friday, 23 January 2015 at Artwistic Revolution Gallery, on Second Street in Columbia, MS. The exhibit includes four panoramas – including the image that accompanies this post –  two large abstracts and a series of three smaller images.

We hope you’ll stop by Artwistic Revolution gallery to see our new offerings. If you’re not in the Columbia area, you can see these images on our website – see the link in this blog’s page top-right menu bar. Once you’ve accessed the JaiGieEse PhotoArt home page, see the link in the page-top menu bar – entitled “EXHIBITS” – and select the January 23 entry from the drop-down list.

While you’re browsing the JaiGieEse PhotoArt website, you might with to have a look at the newly-posted images in the “FRESH” gallery.

We will soon begin work on our newest product offering – table-top quality photo books. Watch this space for an announcement. Those of you who are on our mailing list will receive an email update when the photo books are available.

Off to a Good Start….

ConfluenceThe beginning of a fresh, squeaky-clean new year is supposed to be filled with the promise of good things to come, and so it was with my own new year.  Late on the afternoon on Friday, January 2, I received a message from the manager of Artwistic Revolution – the eclectic little gallery in my old hometown wherein I maintain an exhibit of some of my work. He told me that he’d just sold four of my exhibit images. This marks my very first sale at Artwistic Revolution. Needless to say, I was much more than pleased.

One hopes this fortuitous sale will herald a year of growing success for my photographic adventures. For now, I am buoyed with renewed enthusiasm, as I anxiously await further good news. To be honest, the long months of but small notice and no sales of my work had begun to wear upon me, to the point that I’d begun to consider pulling back a bit. But this new fortune, coming as it does from a client who hails from a fair piece off from here, has reinvigorated my outlook and it has also prompted me to put together a new exhibit for Artwistic Revolution AND to upload a new collection of images to JaiGieEse PhotoArt, my on-line window on the world (see the link in the page-top toolbar).

I am prepping nine new images for display at Artwistic Revolution  – to be on exhibit by mid-January (including “Confluence,” the image that accompanies this post), and I’ve just completed the upload of fifty new images to JaiGieEse PhotoArt. These include images from a late-summer visit to Antietam National Battlefield, at Sharpsburg, Maryland and to historic Harper’s Ferry, Virginia, as well as images captured during a recent Caribbean cruise – to Isla Roatan, to Belize and to Cozumel, Mexico.

I hope you’ll take the time to visit JaiGieEse PhotoArt to view these new creations and should you find yourself in the Columbia, Mississippi, area, please do stop by Artwistic Revolution Gallery, at 819 Second Street. We’re right between the Second Street Bean – a charming and cozy coffee shop – and Shabulous, a wonderful little boutique, which offers many marvelous things  that I am certain you’ll want to add to your home decor.

So. Havalook at my stuff, and come see us in Columbia, y’all!!

Avoid the Rush!

The Magnificance of Cades Cove
Some parts of this great nation are bracing for intense winter storms, some of these even now dumping loads of snow upon already ice-laden towns and cities, and other strong storms are set to make their appearance just as millions of people get on the road over the hill and through the woods to grandmas’s house. It’s Thanksgiving!

That also means that folks all over the country are about to embark on the annual Black Friday frenzy – massing into brick-and-mortar retailers and onto myriad websites in hopes of finding a great deal on goodies for one’s own self and for loved ones. We’re already seeing news reports of people camping out in front of “Big Box” retailers, hoping to get their expectant hands on dirt-cheap items, most marked “Supply Limited.”

Hey! There is, you know,  a way to get a nice gift for anyone on your list, or perhaps that just-right something to brighten up your home or your office for the holidays without sleeping on a sidewalk or rasslin’ with sometimes unruly crowds -AND –  there’s no worry about finding something you like, only to find that it’s out of stock. All one needs to do is click on over to JaiGieEse PhotoArt (See the link above on the right end of the toolbar) and once there, have a look at our selection of fine art photography. There’s a lot to see at JaiGieEse PhotoArt and we’re about to add even more to our collection. And we don’t have limited anything.

See something you like? Just click on the handy “Buy” buttons and you’ll find a selection of print sizes and papers – glossy, matte, metallic, canvas, and so on. You can buy the print and have it shipped to the destination of your choice and then frame and matte it yourself – OR – you can choose from a nice selection of mounting styles, mattes and frames, and have a ready-to-hang print on your doorstep soon. (You choose your shipping options.)

You can even use our on-line wizards to create custom greeting cards – your choice of style, image and message, nicely printed and shipped with envelopes.

And soon, we’ll begin to unveil a selection of photo books – very nice books, hard-bound and professionally printed books, the kind you’ll love to share with family and friends.

And, y’know, you can get all of this without having to camp out on a sidewalk in the cold, rain and snow! If you’re in the Columbia, MS, area, you can get yerself some instant gratification by stopping in at the Artwistic Revolution Gallery, on Second Street in downtown Columbia, to see a small selection of my work, as well as some fantastic offerings by other area artists.

Come on in to JaiGieEse PhotoArt!

And please do have a happy and blessed Thanksgiving and a very Merry Christmas, y’all!


Fresh Images!!

Freight CarO.K., so I spent a little over a week building my new website, and….Oh, yeah, that would be See that link on the right end of the toolbar at the top of the page? Well, it’ll take you right to the website, y’know?

Anyways, after working a bit more than a week building the site, next thing I did was to transfer the images I’d uploaded to those other sites, the ones I’m soon to discard. Got those transfers all set up, as in, titled, key-worded, added to the main Portfolio gallery and separated out into specialty galleries, and then I engaged in some tweaking and fiddling and then the new site was ready. That was when I made that last post to tell all y’all about the new website, um, – link on the right up top.

And now, I’ve added fifty new images for y’all to enjoy. Once you’ve arrived on the new site’s home page, and that would be at, you’ll notice a brand new button on the toolbar under the site title. That button is labeled “FRESH” and that’s where you’ll find the new images – fifty of them. I’ll let’em sit in the new “FRESH” gallery until I’m ready to upload the next set of new imagery to the site – – and then I’ll move those images now in “FRESH” to the main Portfolio gallery and into the appropriate specialty galleries.

So whyn’t you take a little trip over to and have y’self a look at the new additions – in the “FRESH” gallery, y’know.

Something New This Way Comes….

Lido DeckHi, there, y’all!. Thought I’d let y’all know that I’ve a brand new website, and you can find it here:

Now, if you’ve been following my musings, you’ll recall that I’d affiliated myself with two separate print-on-demand sites, as a means of expanding my photographic empire. (The links to those sites may be found in the post just prior to this one.) Both seemed to be just what I needed.

However, as in many aspects of this thing we call “life,” all is not what it seems.

One of these sites – 500pix – is very well organized, and it allows for the creation of some nifty portfolio pages. I’d purchased a one-year premium membership, and was busily expanding my portfolio at 500pix, when I discovered, to my dismay, that 500pix had elected to dump it’s POD service and deal strictly with image licensing, i.e., they’ve become yet another stock photography agency. Nope. Not for me. Been there, done that, didn’t care for it. AND they made this change less than halfway through my one-year premium membership, with very little notice.

And then there’s the other POD site – Fine Art America. At first, this one seemed to be a good deal. A premium membership, which allows unlimited upload of images and includes a custom artist’s website, is very cheap. Plus FAA has seven or eight sister sites, situated all around the globe. AND they also have a licensing site, with which I’d normally not bother, but when one uploads imagery to one FAA website, one’s work is placed on all of them.

The trouble is that both of these websites employ their own proprietary search engines, and both are weighted to favor artists who’ve already sold work through their sites. If you haven’t sold anything, the best you could hope for was to see your work pop up on the twelfth or thirteenth page of search results, if that soon. And THAT is a galactic Catch-22. You won’t be seen unless you sell, and you aren’t likely to sell if you aren’t being seen.

Well, enough of that. I’ll be closing both those sites as soon as my premium memberships expire. I’ve created my own website and it uses standard web search engines. I’ve been learning a great deal about things like SEO (search engine optimization) and other such webmaster tools. I’ve spent most of the past two weeks building the site and it’s on-line and operating.

Oh, and you may have noticed that I’ve changed the name of this blog. Did so to reflect the fact that I’ve lost the desire to dabble in graphics design. I’ve left some of my design projects here (DESIGN link) just in case anyone might be curious about how I’ve spent the last 20 years of my life, but I really don’t plan to do any further design work. I would consider such a project, provided the thing interests me and for very seriously adequate compensation, but I’ve decided to focus (no pun intended) largely on my photography.

I hope y’all will have a look at the new site. I’ll be using this here blog to spread the word about my new endeavor. I’ll be back on a fairly regular basis to pass along news, some image samples and tell all y’all about new product offerings and the like. Once again, the link to the new site is:

Come along with me. I’m on my way to the stars. (Kudos to the late Perry Como.)

Movin’ on…..

Early Morning GladeWell, now. It’s been a while since I’ve created this little ol’ blog. Lots and lots has happened in my life – got married, moved back to my home town, got a nice, new Nikon camera, and I’ve retired, basically. My lady and I are busily working on our bucket list.

It’s also been a while since I’ve updated this blog. Not that this exercise hasn’t been fun, but the need to keep it up to date somehow got lost in the swing of things. Plus there’s the inescapable fact that while my offerings and ramblings here have generated a smattering of comments, nearly all of them positive, this exposure has done little or nothing for the advancement of my creative pursuit.

And so, I am of a mind to try something new. Thing is, one isn’t really supposed to sell anything or offer services on these free blogs, and I’ve had to sorta skirt around the edges of that small, but important reality. But I’ve found a coupla other places, new outlets, as it were. These are places wherein I can openly sell my imagery. These new places seem to better fit my needs, and they require far less regular maintenance.


I’m not gonna kill this blog. I may choose to stop in and say a few words from time to time, or maybe not. Y’see, the new places also have blog sections for those who choose to avail themselves of them. Might do that, might not. But I’ll leave my stuff here, for now. However, if you want the real skinny, as in to see my newest work and to discover what I’m up to, well, gee, come and visit me at:

The new sites are open for bidness 24/7/365. I hope you’ll come and look. (He leans back and quietly mutters, “and buy….”)

See y’all there, y’heah?

Listening to the Muse….

Columbia TankIt’s been about a year now since I came home to Marion County to begin a new life with my Suzy. We live south of Columbia, my home town and south of Foxworth, Suzy’s home town, on a quiet old highway on the edge of the Pearl River Swamp. I live with the love of my life, in the midst of the family I’ve always wanted and never thought I’d have.  It’s a truly special place and time, and it has just become even more special.

You see, I have for some years been seriously fascinated with photography. This particular passion goes back to the halcyon days of my university career at Southern Mississippi. My first efforts at photography were the result of classes I took as part of my major course of study. I started with basic photography class and an old twin lens reflex camera, shooting mostly black and white film. A second course put a 35 mm camera in my hands and led me into the world of color imagery. Not long after I left USM, I bought myself a Nikkormat FT2 35mm camera, with which I lept deeply into the world of photography, going so far as to develop my own film and after I’d put together a small darkroom, making my own prints. That little journey lasted some several years, until the night I ventured onto Pensacola Beach as a tropical storm passed, hoping to get some good storm shots. Did get a few, but the salt spray being pushed ashore by the storm leeched into the camera, and it froze up, never to function again.

“Oh, well,” I said. “I’ll get myself another camera.” And I did just that….nearly twenty years later. By that time, I’d become a graphics designer, and after spending a frustrating afternoon trying to locate just the right image for a project, I decided that there had to be a better way. Recalling that I’d been a fairly decent photographer back in the day, I determined to at last get that new camera, so as to shorten the process of getting the images I needed for my graphics projects. But things had changed a great deal since that stormy night on Pensacola Beach. The tried and true film cameras of old had been supplanted by the newest thing – digital photography. No longer was it necessary to spend hours locked into stuffy darkrooms, immersed in clouds of chemical vapor, trying to create images on paper. The darkroom was gone, as was the film. Images were now captured by electronic sensors and recorded on small media cards. These were then taken into a computer, wherein an image could be shaped and molded without need for chemicals and paper. This opened up an incredible new world to me, one not limited by how many exposures were on a roll of film or how long it took a photo lab to make prints.

The entire creative process now rested within my hands. I discovered that I was limited only by my own imagination. I got my hands on a Sony DSC-F828 camera, one which gave me a great deal of latitude. I’ve enjoyed many hours of shooting, sometimes idly and sometimes driven by an insatiable need to create. Time and experience brought forth a catalog of imagery that some deemed worthy of note. There came one exhibition in Jackson, and then another. Didn’t sell much, but I learned a great deal.

Just before Christmas last, I was given a new camera, a Nikon D7000. This event closed a circle. That first camera I’d bought for myself, not long after leaving USM, had been a Nikkormat FT2 – made by the same company as my new D7000. And what a camera this new one is! Where the Sony had limitations, this new Nikon has incredible potential. I’ve been using it a little over three months and already, the Nikon is forcing me to stretch my wings wide, to reach for things never before achieved, and I am only scratching the surface of learning to properly use the camera. It’ll be some time before I can be totally comfortable with the camera. But even as I learn my craft anew, even as the muse whispers softly into my ear, I reach another benchmark.

God smiles on me again, as he has done so many times this last year. A few days ago, I submitted some samples of my imagery to the good and very talented people of the Columbia Artists Coop, and to my great satisfaction, they have accepted me into the fold. I am soon to exhibit my imagery at the Coop’s gallery – Artwistic Revolution –  on Second Street in downtown Columbia. To describe this as a special event is to engage in substantial understatement. I am to show my work in the midst of the small town in which I was born, wherein I grew up. I stand at the gallery and I see the somewhat naive tow-headed boy who once rode his bicycle down this very same street, a shy fellow who set his feet upon a path that took him from the comfortable world of his youth, down many highways and byways, and eventually led him back to the beginning. To borrow a favorite old movie line, it is a wonderment.

I have come home. I have found the woman of whom I’ve long dreamed, and I’ve been graced with the most wonderful family for which any man could hope. And now, those long-ago dreams, those days spent in this little town, adrift in imaginative flights of fantasy, have led me full-circle to a warmly familiar old street that I know so well. I recall a quotation from an old sixties wall poster, one which caught my eye and my thoughts.

“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” ~T.S. Eliot

And so, here I am, in the place from where I began, a place I now know so well, a place I love so deeply, among family and friends and familiar places. Soon, very soon, a few of my images will go onto the walls at Artwistic Revolution. I’ll let you know just when. One hopes you’ll find a moment or two to come and gaze upon the captured bits of the imagination of a man who is so very grateful to have arrived at the place from which he started.

To Jump the Broom….

SuzyMe scanIt’s been almost a year now. Less than two weeks remain until the first anniversary of the beginning of our new lives. It was on February 6 of 2012 that Suzy and I first met – online – and set out on what has been a thoroughly wonderful journey. We both knew something was up when we started to talk online, and on a sunny and bright and VERY cold day last February, when Suzy and I rendezvoused in City Park of my old home town – Columbia, MS – to see one another in person for the first time, the feeling of “rightness” was strong. We had retreated to the relative warmth of my Silverado after a wind-chilled walk at Columbia Water Park. I had something to ask, and the very thought of asking terrified me.

It seemed as though every time I have allowed a woman to know that I am serious and that I have growing feelings for her, she’s upped and ran to get away from me. Often times, I’d start to get to know a gal, and we’d talk and talk, and then, just as we were about to begin in earnest, I’d find myself alone, again, wondering what the futz I’d done wrong. Sometimes it was a mystery as to what had happened and other times I knew the false start had nothing to do with me. Still, if a thing comes apart, the result is the same. One is indeed a lonely number. And I’d come to believe that relationships might not be for me.

Told people at my old church that I felt as though I’d wasted the best years of my life. Back then, I’d come to realize that I was old enough to be a grand-father and yet I had no family. I’d never experienced the simple, yet incredible joy of having a child sit on my lap and touch my cheek and say, so softly, “Daddy.” I’d never watched a son learn to ride his bike, or set out on his first day at school, or fidgeted nervously as a young fella picked up my daughter for her first date. I hadn’t gotten to smile with pride as my kid walked across a stage to pick up his or her high school diploma. Never had I known what it is like to have grand-children. Thought I’d missed it all, lost it all. I’d say this to folks at church and often, someone would smile and say, “It’s not too late….”

I wanted to believe them. I really did. But I discovered that my faith didn’t appear to be strong enough. I knew, I knew that God provides, and yet I was saddened by my loneliness, troubled by matters of money, by employment troubles. I shouldn’t have worried, and yet I did. 2011 had not been a fun year. Even though my relationship with my Lord seemed to grow and deepen, there were troubles aplenty. At long last, this past January, having been told for the second time in less than a month by a potential lady-friend that she couldn’t or wouldn’t see me, having done battle with a nasty and threatening loan company which was threatening to repossess my truck, I was on my last nerve. I was at the end of my string. The only thing that was going right for me at that point was an unexpected and incredible improvement in what had been a severely strained relationship with my older brother. Everything else seemed to have soured. So, one night, after having read an email from this girl I’d only just met, a note in which she explained that she couldn’t see me, I threw up my hands. “God,” I said, “I haven’t a clue what it is that I am supposed to do – not even the slightest hint. Obviously, I can’t deal with this life thing, so I give up. You take the wheel.”

Just saying that felt good. Seemed to take a load off my shoulders, it did. Then, less than a week later, I got an email from this on-line dating service I’d joined. Seems they had this gal they thought I oughta meet. So, with nothing better to do and thinking I could hardly be any worse off than I already was, I clicked on the link….and found myself looking at a pretty country girl. She was wearing a shiny, silky red blouse and a very nice smile. So I sent off a note. She sent one back. Her name was Susan, she said, and amazingly, she lived just a few short miles south of the town in which I’d been born, where I’d grown up. The conversations continued, and they grew longer. And more frequent. Then came the day we decided it was time to meet in person. So I drove south from Jackson, down to the place where I’d begun this life, down to the deep south of the state, to Marion County. To….home. To that moment in my truck on a bitterly cold day at Columbia Water Park.

On that winter’s day, I swallowed my fear and I admitted that I’d had a rough time of it for the months prior, the years prior, and I told Suzy that it felt good, very good to be with her. I pushed my fear back down and I asked Suzy whether she might be interested in making something lasting of our new fling. And she said….yes. That day trip led to an overnighter, and then a four-day weekend. Then Suzy told me that her step-grandaughter was to be married to her beau in a quiet little ceremony in the mountains of Tennessee, near Pigeon Forge, She asked me to go with her to this wedding, to share a mountainside cabin for a few days. Her argument made sense. We’d have to drive 11 hours or so to get there, and then stay together in that cute little cabin for a few days and then make another long drive to get back to Mississippi. If we could do that without wanting to throttle one another, she said, then we’d know whether we had something. Made sense to me, so of course, I said yes. We did make the trip and we did endure. More than that, we reveled in one-another’s company.

Once we’d returned to Mississippi, Suzy upped and suggested that I move to the country, to her family’s quiet little hilltop homestead, to be with her. And her family. Two grown sons. Two almost grown grand-sons. A teenage grand-daughter. A newly-wed step grand-daughter and her husband. Two beautiful step-great-grand-kids, a five year old boy and the prettiest little two year old princess I’d ever laid my eyes on. In short, it was the family I’d dreamed of my whole life. And Suzy was offering it…. to me. Said she didn’t care what had happened in my life before that point. Said I didn’t need money, or a job. All I had to do….was to love her. I knew, actually, that I had already fallen in love with Suzy, but the thought of telling her so frightened me beyond description. But Suzy has this wonderful and gentle way of getting what she wants, and so the night before I went back to Jackson after our first journey to Pigeon Forge, she coaxed it out of me, got me to say those three terrifying words. “I love you.” So I told her just that on that night after Pigeon Forge. Went back to Jackson. Came back to our little hilltop a week later for several days. Returned to Jackson again, and the night after I got back there that last time, I decided that I no longer cared for going to Jackson without Suzy. Told her as much in an email. So a few days later, I mentally cancelled my status as a citizen of Jackson, MS, loaded my truck as full as I could get it and I left for Columbia. Since then, we’ve brought several more pickup-loads and a trailer-load of my stuff down here, and only a little remains to be transported.

Since that beginning, Suzy and I have grown to realize that we are indeed on the same frequency. Often one of us will be thinking of doing one thing or another and the other will suggest that we do just that. We’ve already traveled quite a lot. We go the Mississippi Coast often. We’ve been to Gulf Shores, Alabama, and to Fort Walton Beach, Florida. We traveled to West Virginia to visit Suzy’s oldest son, Danny, and his family. We’ve spent a lovely weekend in a wonderful bed and breakfast on the Gettysburg battlefield. In late October, we returned to Pigeon Forge for four peaceful days.

Somewhere along the way, I told Suzy that I wanted to marry her. She replied that it wasn’t necessary, so long as we are together, but I wanted to make the commitment. Somehow, it mattered. A lot. And so, in December, just a week or so before Christmas, I put a diamond ring on Suzy’s finger. Not long after, we began the process of setting a date. We’d thought of March at first, but then we settled on April. So we thought. We picked a day, but that didn’t jive with various family schedules. So we tried another. This one didn’t match up with still other family members. We moved on to May, tried two different weekends, to no avail, and then, at last, we found a day that works for everyone.

For the last several days, I have been getting an education in the complexities of planning a “simple” wedding. We talked with one service and another and another and another, until we settled on the one service that seems to have everything we need. And so, on Thursday, we made a down-payment for the services of a picturesque little mountainside wedding chapel in Pigeon Forge. There, in the Mountain Valley Wedding Chapel, Susan Foxworth Smith and Jon Gilbert Stephenson will “jump the broom” on 25 May, 2013.

This little union carries with it a bit of irony. You see, Suzy, as I call her, is Susan. Or Sue. Once we clear that fabled broom, she’ll be Susan, Suzy, Sue Stephenson. My late mother’s name….is Sue. Somehow, I feel my mama’s smile. And I hear my daddy’s laugh. I can see the tears on my grandmama’s face and the quiet satisfaction on my granddaddy’s face (My gawd! The boy finally done somethin’ right….). As I said early on, the feeling of “rightness” continues to grow. Lordy, I hope it never stops….


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