I told you I’d come back to the funny story I heard at the Canton Arts Festival. Author Cathy Lee Phillips shared that when she was a young girl she couldn’t wait to get her first bra. She begged and begged her mama for that bra until her mama wearied of the girl’s pleadings gave in and bought her a training bra, even though she didn’t need one. For the uninitated, a training bra is called that because it’s just training boobies that don’t yet exist.
So the next day after she got the bra, Cathy was in class. Always the first to answer any question the teacher asked, she was waving her arms trying to get the teacher’s attention when that bra snapped like a slingshot and came up through her shirt, slapping her in the face. Cathy says that’s how it is sometimes when we are pleading with God for something. Sometimes the very thing we plead for will slap up right upside the head.
I had a wonderful time in Georgia. Laughed my butt off at Cathy’s story. She’s funny. She was just awarded Georgia Author of the Year. Check her out.
The Canton Festival wasn’t all that well attended but there was rain hampering attendance and well, that’s the way it goes with festivals the first year out. But the folks at Yawn’s Books did a great job and they’ve invited me to bring Double-Wide to their store when it debuts. So we’ll make a return trip to Canton soon.
The best part of any of these events are the people and the books I find. I got to spend a little bit of time with my friend River Jordan. If you like southern gothic literature, you must check out River’s new book Saints in Limbo. I am nearly finished with the book and it’s seriously one of the best I’ve read in awhile. River is a beautiful writer and she can weave a story. You might keep River’s sons in your prayers too. One is serving in Afghanistan, the other in Iraq.
With River in Canton and Jackie Cooper.
Prior to the Canton Festival I had a few booksignings. I visited Horton’s Bookstore, the oldest Independent Bookstore in Georgia. Dorothy, the owner, claims there’s a ghost that roams the store. She gave me a personal tour of the place, even taking the time to point out the Mason Jar lid that was wedged into the floor to cover up some hole that had been there when the bookstore was a grocery.
Carrollton, where Horton’s is located, is a wonderful old southern town. If you go there, be sure and visit downtown, and stop in to say hello to Dorothy and her friends.
And you must, if you get a chance, go by FoxTale Book Shoppe in Woodstock, Georgia. Long-time friends Ellen & Jackie have created the most amazing store. It is stunning, like a gleaming showroom of bookstores.
This piece was my absolute favorite. I want it in my home.
Sit back and enjoy a walk through Fox Tales
With Ellen & Jackie
If you don’t support your local Independents currently, please consider doing so. The difference between an Independent bookstore and the box chains is like the difference between the music of a Dodge commercial and that of Grey’s Anatomy. You can be sure on Grey’s you’ll hear a tune you’ll like that you’ve never heard before. On the Dodge commercial you’re going to get the same tiresome, even annoying, tune.
I did manage to squeeze in one other visit before my return to Oregon. I met the writer Diane. She’s a friend from FaceBook. She came to my hotel and we shared coffee before she rushed out to her day job as a middle-school teacher.
I’m not much for tattoos but Diane had the best tattoos I’ve ever seen:
Ladybugs on her feet. Aren’t they wonderful? I love the whimsy of them. And as I told Diane, I was taught that whenever you find a Ladybug it is God’s sign that you are in the place you are supposed to be. I guess for Diane that everytime she takes a step, she’s in the place God intended.
And there’s another:
Diane said she had the word “Beautiful” inscribed on her arm to remind herself that she’s beautiful. And she is too. She’s got Nicole Kidman’s beautiful thick hair and skin so flawless it’s almost translucent.
It’s hard to see our own beauty and worth sometimes. Our standards for it are so skewed. We think who we are is who we see in the mirror but that’s not who we are at all. That’s only a June Bug shell.