True Inklings Memoirs

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Connie Hebert, BA, MSW                            Fall Equinox 2018

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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


Lost on Perdido Street



My swivel chair squeaked as I turned around to stare into the muzzle of a semi-automatic pistol. Behind the gun, sat a disgruntled veteran of the Viet Nam War, Mr. Gus Harrington. Rather than terrorizing me, the darkness inside the barrel fascinated, and I stared deep into the metal tunnel. No pounding heart beats, quick shallow breathing, or perspiratioin.


Beyond the pistol, his light blue eyes stared, then he ran a hand through his thinning red hair. What do I do? I heard my voice saying, ”Mr. Harrington, I need you to put the weapon on the desk, please." Is he bluffing? Or is it loaded?


Making a difference motivated me. A recent graduate from Louisiana State University with a Master's in Social Work, I was short on experience, but enthusiasm raced through my veins. If I keep calm, it’s possible I'll be all right. If I freak out, though, I won't be.


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