The Fairytale of Gloryland

Heaven

 

They are commonly known as Heaven Tourism books. You may have read one or two of them yourself. You know, those books about somebody dying, going to heaven, then returning to tell us all about it.

The only Heaven Tourism book I want to read is the one Rick Steves writes.  Rick would be the perfect tour guide for Heaven, pointing out all the best places to eat and all the best vineyards.

Frankly, Heaven Tourism books have always creeped me out. I figure the person who wrote the books are either delusional, lying, or selling snake oil. Besides almost all the bestselling heaven visitation books are written by men (or boys). So does this mean women face gender bias in the afterlife, too? Are men the only ones allowed to tell that story, too? Geeish.

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Grandmonster

Savannah

 

I’m sure you’ve at least seen a story about the death of 9-year-old Savannah Hardin by now. She was the child whose grandmomma-turned-grandmonster made her run until she passed out, vomiting, dehydrated, exhausted, dying.

A jury rightly found Joyce Hardin Garrard of Gadsden, Alabama guilty of capital murder last week, three years after Savannah’s death. Justice is not swift in this country. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never stepped foot inside a U. S. courtroom.

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Spring Break: A couple of giveaways

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It’s Spring Break around our house. You know what that means? Plenty of free time to read books I want to read, instead of books I need to read.

Here’s the thing I think people need to understand about reading – the reason so many people come to hate reading is because reading becomes the chore they don’t want to do.

When reading feels like a chore, I put the book down.

There was this novel everybody was raving about not long ago. So many people made such a fuss over it, I bought it. Then I tried to read it. And I have kept trying to read it. Maybe it gets good in the middle. Maybe I’m just too unworthy of a reader to appreciate it. Either way, I haven’t been able to get beyond the first five chapters and five chapters is all I give a book before I quit it. (I can’t tell you the book title least you think less of me for not liking it).

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Karly’s Killer Dead

 

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Inmate Photo

 

Shawn Wesley Field is dead.

He passed away at Eastern Oregon Correctional Institute in Pendleton, Oregon.

Shawn did not die an easy death, but it was a much easier death than the one he inflicted upon three-year-old Karly Sheehan, of Corvallis, Oregon.

The jury ruled Shawn had tortured Karly prior to her death.

We will never know why Shawn Field killed Karly. He had a daughter of  his own. C. Field may have been the only person Shawn ever loved more than himself. She paid him a visit in prison this week, to celebrate his birthday. His parents, Hugh and Ann Field, haven’t visited their son in years.

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Holy Dookey

Portia on our cross-country trip. We stopped in Crossville, TN, to see our good friend Gordon Wofford.

Portia on our cross-country trip.

I’m laid up today.

That’s southern-speak for hurt. My foot hurts. My ankle hurts. My ribs hurt. My hips hurt. My wrist hurts. Muscles I ain’t used probably ever hurt. I am clutching a heating pad as I type this. I feel like I was in a  street fight with an LA gang who beat the holy dookey out of me.

It was the dog.

I have the worst-ever luck with dogs.

First there was this. Y’all remember when Poe bit off my nose?

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Well, I have avoided Poe every since. Sometimes I’ll rub his back. I do give him treats from time to time, but for the most part I treat Poe like an ex-boyfriend who betrayed me. I go out of my way to avoid him.

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