The Delta.

“There’s only one … and it’s in Mis’sippi!”

Graphic on a T-shirt

Graphic on a T-shirt

The Delta. The Most Southern Place on Earth, James Cobb says. It stretches out one hundred fifty miles north to south, like a fat, naked lady — ripe and pulsing. The Delta starts at the Peabody, a man named Cohn said, and comes to an end in Vicksburg on a street called Catfish Row.

The Delta. Home.

My sister gave me the T-shirt for Christmas. I’d wanted a reminder of “home.” I really wanted some earrings I saw in Delta Magazine — page 39 (November/December issue) the Mississippi River earrings by Christine Schultz, a hammered sterling silver wire triangle with a squiggly line hanging down the middle of it — a representation of the Delta and the river that runs through it, the Mississippi. (My sister also gave me a subscription to Delta Magazine.) But they were sold out.

The hot pink shirt reminds me of gliding down Highway 61 through cotton fields … goin’ home. The hot pink shirt reminds me that I need to get busy and finish my memoir of my early years growing up in this Place.

2009 will be the year to do that.


2 Comments on “The Delta.”

  1. shyloh says:

    I found your blog during a late night googling session looking for blogs related to creative non fiction. I certainly hit pay dirt when I landed here! I read through December’s posts and ended up going back to October 2007 and reading all the way through. Even though my life has been different from yours in many ways, your writing resonated along many of the strings attached to my own memories. Thank you for opening this window so the rest of us can peek in.

    (I lost my daughter on Feb. 3, 2008. I’m almost at the end of a year’s cycle of firsts without her. I don’t know that I could say it’s any easier after 10 months, I just feel like I am managing to carry grief with a little more grace.)

  2. kathyrhodes says:

    Welcome! Thanks for the comment. I’m sorry for your loss. We share not only creative nonfiction but a journey in learning to manage grief.

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