It's funny, Susan, my dad grew up in the Northern part of Louisiana, but he moved my family to outside of New Orleans for his job and so I grew up in Southern Louisiana. As you know, they are worlds apart in a way. I have both in me. The stoic, Southern Baptist, family-reunion loving, cornbreadpeasandcanteloupe, yes ma'am that runs through the Bible Belt of my Daddy's family and the carefree, bars open all night, run the streets, come as you are, stay by my house, "where y'at" that I grew up with. But I do think we were tended by similiar gardeners. That seems obvious by the things you have written about your daddy. I feel so much the same about mine as you do about yours. I'd love to think I shared a vine with you, or at least basked in the same sandy spot of ground. Maybe then I'd write a seed as well.
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Fantastic, Maleah. Sometimes it feels as if we were grown in the same patch.
It's funny, Susan, my dad grew up in the Northern part of Louisiana, but he moved my family to outside of New Orleans for his job and so I grew up in Southern Louisiana. As you know, they are worlds apart in a way. I have both in me. The stoic, Southern Baptist, family-reunion loving, cornbreadpeasandcanteloupe, yes ma'am that runs through the Bible Belt of my Daddy's family and the carefree, bars open all night, run the streets, come as you are, stay by my house, "where y'at" that I grew up with. But I do think we were tended by similiar gardeners. That seems obvious by the things you have written about your daddy. I feel so much the same about mine as you do about yours. I'd love to think I shared a vine with you, or at least basked in the same sandy spot of ground. Maybe then I'd write a seed as well.
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