I believe in white sage, riptides, po’ boys, voudon magic, second lining,’ the sea, sun, stars and moon. Apparently, Georgia Pine does too. Ripe with tragedy, joy, an overwhelming sense of responsibility and the inexplicable ties that bind. Interwoven parallel stories and human connections, GEORGIA PINE celebrates the bizarre and the amazing, the triumphant resilience …
Day: February 5, 2015
Body temperature. 95 degrees. Chills. Muscle aches. Blurred vision. A sampling of the shiteous Benzo taper tsunami symptoms that are my current mood. I ask my mom if I have a seizure will she take me to the hospital? “Probably not.” Frothing and foaming at the mouth in fetal position? “Nope.” This is not her first carnival ride of …