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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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To Live Again


“You won’t believe what I found,” Don said heading for his room, signaling me to follow him. “Come on. There’s somethin' I want ya to see."


Now, my friend's home would never win a Good Housekeeping award, and his cramped bedroom—overfilled with a queen-sized bed, clothes strewn about, and a bookcase crammed full of research books—was proof of that.


So, with little room to stand, I stood at the doorway.


Don sat on the edge of his bed, opened a drawer of his bureau, and started pulling out stuff. “Come on in,” he said without looking up. Over the past thirty years, my friend and teacher had studied the Yagnahoula medicine women interred in the burial grounds a few blocks from his home.

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True Inkling Memoirs

Spring Equinox 2019