True Inklings

Diary of a Hard-Headed Woman


True Inklings;

Diary of a Hard-Headed Woman

I believe in magic.

Not abracadabra magic, but the real kind. The kind that settles in the bones and guides the hearts of those willing to listen and surrender to its ancient wisdom.

True Inklings; Diary of a Hard-

Headed Woman is a blend of dark, spicy gumbo, sweet potato pie, and homemade wine. A mixture of  the best of two worlds––the hypnotic appeal of living way down yonder in New Orleans and the joie-de-vivre of Southwest Louisiana.

Both cultures, though mutually exclusive,  afforded me the means to put off converting my inner maiden into the completion of womanhood. While suffering the consequences, I also enjoyed a ride I could never have imagined.

Yes, I do believe in magic––the magic that transformed me––a silent, indifferent, yet unrelenting sacred power.

Work in Progress by

     Connie Hebert

Spring Equinox 2017 Edition

Desert Spring San Miguel

School Daze

      I clutched the car's bumper with my tiny hands. "Momma, don't leave me," I screamed. Although with care, she advanced a little more. With teeth clenched, I was forced to take one more reluctant step forward.

     "Please, Momma, please. Don't leave me here." Her window opened. I leaned to the left and caught site of her in the driver's seat. Her face turned, and she waved goodby.

     When the car moved again, I resumed my grip and my feet scraped the ground as I was towed forward.

Why's she leaving me? What if she doesn't come back?