Mama, Jesus & Weed

Mama, Jesus, and Weed
by T'Louise
I was thinkin’ back to the time when Mama hauled my sisters and me to
worship with hippies. We got cleaned up from head to toe and dressed in our
Sunday best. Our shoes even got spit shined. It wasn’t long and Mama was
pullin’ up to a little church. Tucked right there in the middle of town.
Deep in my gut, I knew somethin’ was different.
And I’m here to say.
I was right.
Now, like any true Southern Mama, if there was a lesson to be taught, my
Mama was ready to teach it.
Lawd have mercy. Trust me. There was more than a few lessons that day.
It’s fair to say… we got schooled.
Honey, this was next level shenanigans. Like shakin’ your tail feathers,
rollin’ them sleeves up, and divin’ into the best crawfish hoedown this side of
heaven. That stuff leaves spice runnin’ down your arms, drippin’ from your
elbows, while heads are poppin’ all around you. Before long, all those juicy
flavors come crashin’ into you, and castin’ spells deep in your soul.
Lawd, have mercy.
‍ ‍To be continued