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Jean Heaton

Taste the Love

This morning I chopped and ground vegetables for almost three hours.  It was exhausting work.  After I had ground two and one half gallons of green tomatoes and drained the liquid from them, I ground cabbage, apples, onions and sweet and hot peppers.  By the time salt, sugar and vinegar…

Let’s Talk About Drug Addiction…

    This past week Nashville’s mayor, Megan Barry lost her son to a drug overdose.  Just typing that sentence takes my breath away.  Not because I knew the mayor or her son, but because I know that it could have been me.  I’ve had friends…

Planting Trees

    My mother used to tell me that we don’t plant trees for ourselves.  They are a gift that we leave for future generations. When I posted my last blog, my sister made a comment that encouraged me to keep writing.  She mentioned that we never know…

Keep Pedaling…

  Last year, I completed a manuscript that I’d been working on for a very long time.  There was some initial interest, but it ended with a ‘no, thank you’.  So, I did what all respectable southern women do…I took to my…

Wild Chickens and Me

Paradox is hard to miss here. It forces me to pay attention.  Modern high-end resorts sit next to the ravages that Ivan left behind back in 2004.   The lovely beaches, I expected.  The flood of childhood memories was a surprise. Chickens are everywhere.  They announce the sunrise to all…

Tethered

  I try to walk Louis, a chocolate standard poodle and Lucy a long haired dachshund as much as possible. It can be quite a chore. Lucy being the oldest and in her mind, in charge, thinks that she is entitled to walk out in front. Louis is a big…

Hypnosis…Really?

“You are getting very sleepy…” A long chain holding a pendulum swings back and fourth.  Someone speaks in slow, monotone sentences, inducing a “coma-esque” state in the person (subject) that sits watching and listening.  The subject is unaware of the present moment, but can…

Mamas Never Forget Their Babies…

If God almighty were to sit in judgment of me the way that my daughter has, then I would be damned to hell for all of eternity. Of this, I am certain…. Actually, I am only teasing. But, I was surprised by a little exchange between me and my daughter…

Walls

  We all build walls.  Even the politicians talk about building walls.  We think that they will protect us.  But do they? Janie had built some pretty impressive walls.  I did not know if I could scale the walls that she had erected.  She was so hidden away. The next…

First Meeting

The first time that I saw Janie, she sat as far into the corner as she could.  She was pleasant and silent.  If asked a question, she was able to respond in three words or less.  It was impressive. I was facilitating an expressive/creative writing class at the county…