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True Inklings


I believe in magic. Not abracadabra magic, but the real kind.


The kind that settles in the bones and guides the hearts of those willing to listen and surrender to its ancient wisdom.


True Inklings is a blend of dark, spicy gumbo, sweet potato pie, and homemade wine. A mixture of  the best of two worlds––the hypnotic appeal of living way down yonder in New Orleans and the joie-de-vivre of Southwest Louisiana.


Both cultures, though mutually exclusive,  afforded me the means to put off converting my inner maiden into the completion of womanhood. While suffering the consequences, I also enjoyed a ride I could never have imagined.


Yes, I do believe in magic––the magic that transformed me––a silent, indifferent, yet unrelenting sacred power.


Work in Progress by

     Connie Hebert

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     Connie Hebert, BA, MSW               

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Magic on the Road


New Orleans attracts romantics worldwide who hunger for what the city offers--pure magic. Not abracadabra magic, but the real kind. The kind that settles in the bones and guides the hearts of those willing to listen and surrender to its ancient wisdom.


Our family would gather on the doorsteps of my grandparents' French Quarter home. Their historic home sat on the corner of St. Philip and Burgundy Streets, pronounced Bur-GUN'-dee by natives. We giggled when tourists said BUR'-gun-dee, like the wine. The house had two sets of doorsteps--one overlooking each street. No matter which side we gathered, the allure of inherent mystery and a fresh evening breeze always satisfied.


In the 1950s, America's love affair with the automobile inspired a newfound freedom of adventure. On her weekly show, Dinah Shore sang this famous commercial: See the USA in your Chevrolet. Spirits ran high as the flash of chrome with elongated fins whizzed by on the narrow streets.

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True Inkling Memoirs

Summer Solstice 2019