At the root of my fractured self is my gumbo gal self
I was listening to Bill Moyers interview Louise Erdrich as I walked through City Park this morning with the dogs. As we crossed the always dangerous intersection of City Park and Carrollton, tourists from South Carolina joined behind me as I held my hand out to the oncoming traffic. One turned to me and said, “If not at a green light, then when would we cross?” Good question, I responded, then went back to listening…