Acrylic, oil pastels on scrap wood
Author Archives: Amy Lashley
You need these silly postcards. I made them.
Even a homebody needs to mosey now and then.
I am a lonesome hobo.
A Sucker Punch, Losing Mom and a Water Balloon Debacle.
“Don’t sugar coat it honey,” Aunt Francis said when I walked in the house holding my T-shirt up to my face, a stream of profanity spilling from my mouth like Sugar Creek in April. Francis was dabbing at the split in my lip with a wash cloth–avoiding eye contact. I think she was afraid I’dContinue reading “A Sucker Punch, Losing Mom and a Water Balloon Debacle.”
Francis Hates Coupons and Henry the Dog Hates Foreign Cars
Aunt Francis liked Miller High Life in the summer, or sweet tea with a big old splash of Kentucky bourbon and ice to the top of the glass. She’d strut around barefoot in cutoff Levis and her favorite T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was Uncle Fred’s old UAW tee–faded navy blue with tinyContinue reading “Francis Hates Coupons and Henry the Dog Hates Foreign Cars”
AT THE LAKE WITH AUNT FRANCIS
Aunt Francis parked the station wagon in the drive and ran back inside. She didn’t say what she’d forgotten this time. The front seat was loaded already–beach towels, a thermos of sweet tea, magazines she planned to read on the beach and a bottle of her homemade tanning lotion (iodine and Baby Oil)–that stuff makesContinue reading “AT THE LAKE WITH AUNT FRANCIS”
I’m a guest on Thanks For Giving A Damn (Otis Gibbs’ podcast)
with Russell and Otis