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Name’s yours, but the porch is Mawmaw’s.
This place is for the tender-tired, the heavy-hearted, the ones who been sittin’ still so long their bones forgot how to sing.
Every story here is lit by a lantern that’s older than sin and twice as honest.
You’ll find gospel and gossip braided tight,
warnings carved into wood grain,
and a little swamp-magic floatin’ just above the truth.
If you grew up Southern, you’ll recognize the hum of it.
If you didn’t, you’ll learn quick.
Sit yourself down on the bottom step.
That’s where the real revival happens....
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that echo-torture after the punishment — that’s the real cruelty.
Dec 26, 2025
That’s how folks end up wandering parking lots and grocery aisles looking for something they can’t name. People call them crazy, not knowing they’re just searching for pieces that ain’t coming back.
That hollow — that echo-torture after the punishment — that’s the real cruelty.
The woman in the mirror
Dec 26, 2025
I leaned in close, close enough to smell the iron in the water and the mildew in the walls, and that’s when I saw her — the woman who’d been living inside my skin without asking permission.
Her eyes used to shine, folks used to tell me that. Now they were the color of swamp mud down near the Satilla after a long rain, dead-still, like they’d done give up on moving anywhere.
REMEMBERIN’ YOUR OWN NAME the blackwater version
Dec 09, 2025
See, folks down here like to pretend names are harmless things.
Something you stitch on a birth certificate and forget about.
But they ain’t. Names carry ghosts. They remember every version of you the world tried to smother. They remember what you survived. They remember the promises you broke to yourself just to keep somebody else warm.
The Day I Called Myself Back
Dec 01, 2025
I didn’t plan to sit on the bottom step today.
Didn’t plan to take stock of my life like I was counting coins on a church fan. But life has a way of cornering you right where the truth can see your face, and the step seemed to know somethin’ I didn’t.
The Day I Realized I’d Forgotten My Own Name
Dec 02, 2025
That grief had carved out spaces in me I never filled back in.
That losing people I loved—some to death, some to distance, some to silence—had carved my edges softer, blurred me until I wasn’t sure where I stopped and the rest of the world began
When the Dust Finally Notices You’re Moving Again
Dec 01, 2025
Morning found me the way a cautious friend does—soft footsteps, gentle voice, standin’ just far enough away not to scare me back into my shell. Light eased through my curtains like warm fingertips, and for a moment I lay there, listenin’ to the quiet hum of a house that ain’t used to a heart beatin’ this awake.
The Morning After the Stillness Broke
Dec 01, 2025
same old cracks, same splinters, but the wood seemed to lean into me,
as if sayin’, “Alright, baby. Day One was recognition. Day Two is reckonin’.”