
Love and suffering usually go hand in hand, I know that seems like a contradiction, but it is the truth.
I walk a very lonely road…
When I came back to Jackson, what I needed most in my life was something that was hard to come by, and it took nearly half a year to find… stability. I found a little stability in the Theater, but not enough to ground my life to where I could get back to where I wanted to be. My current job gives me the stability I want to be the person I need to be. 
Southern tradition includes many different things… One of them just happens to be the Canton Flea Market in Canton, Mississippi. I had never gone, and let me tell you how awestruck I was at the people, and the goodies. It was a lot like going to the Mississippi State Fair sans the rides. They have it twice a year, and I do believe that I will return and enjoy the fun, sun, and shopping… as much a southern tradition as fried green tomatoes.
I went to my friend Echo’s house Tuesday, and when I did I found her birdhouse had fallen… and fallen to pieces. Five babies were stranded on the ground, with no protection or a mom. So for 6 hours I became a surrogate mother to five babies, not sure what species, bird nonetheless. I kept them until I could deliver them safely into my friend Charli’s waiting arms, she has the knowledge and means to take care of them and help them get the resources they need to survive. I found their eating very odd to say the least, they were fed baby food and water through a syringe, they loved every bit of it. When I finally sent them on their way, I was sad… and I missed my babies for a day, but sometimes you have to do what is best.