First Ghost Picture

I remember being little and seeing my very first "ghost" picture. It affected me greatly and all through grade school I sought out books on the subject. Whenever the "Weekly Reader" order form came, I scoured it for books on the supernatural. I would get so excited the next week when the books would come. Their crisp pages, clean, new covers...and that new book smell. I even remember buying one with this same photo on the cover.

I miss those books.


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I Can't Stop Watching. I Can't Stop Remembering.

I love the opening titles of True Blood. The images coupled with the song have a mesmerizing effect, and I find myself singing the lyrics quietly to myself during the day. It has to do with being from the South; so many familiar images - some nostalgic, some unnerving, but all a part of my upbringing. I've seen those delapidated houses, those women, those kids, those congregations, those bars. It makes my heart ache in a particular way as I sit up here in the North... like a vital piece of me has gone missing. I try to find it in music, images, movies, but I know them all to be temporary fixes.

I'm a Southern girl who belongs in the South and no other remedy will do. I know it will happen in time, til then it's gotta be things like these...