Jodi Lea Stewart

Loving and Writing About the Southwest and the South

If ever an Ellipsis were to run for President, what would be the platform? No more dot-to-space-ratio lawlessness, of course! Yet, enforcing the Ellipses Laws may be trickier than a politician practicing magic tricks. The underground world of ellipses No punctuation mark is more misunderstood or misused (might I suggest “abused?”) than the humble ellipsis. What’s…

*low-altitude recipe 1 lb. dried black-eyed peas Salt pork (1- or 2-inch piece) 1 med. diced onion 2 cloves fresh garlic pulp (don’t slice) 1 stalk celery, sliced ¼ to ½ cup carrots cut into small chunks ¼ bell pepper, diced 1 can Rotel diced tomatoes and green chilies. For slightly spicy, use ORIGINAL if…

*All grammatical errors intentional* 1933. December 24, 7:30 p.m. If I wanted Doodles to sleep warm as buttered biscuits, I’d have to do some more quilt tucking. I pressed it in good and tight all along her side and under her chin. There. Now she wouldn’t shiver in her sleep or roll off to the…

Personally, I don’t see how we can survive these days without the Land of Ish. I mean, think about it. You’re due in a meeting at work at a certain time, say nine o’clock. You did everything you should have done to be there on time – got up early, out the door on time,…

If you grew up without television, you’d probably think watching chubby red ants bringing treasures home to their anthills was loads of fun too. I know I did. Luckily, we had tons of anthills to scope out on our Arizona ranch. If I stood or squatted on a rock beside the mounds, the ants mostly…

At times, my writing focus is about as clear as swamp water. Sometimes I inadvertently go on a writing sabbatical. Things get in the way. When the “match” goes out, it’s like getting a D.C. politician to tell the truth challenging to restart the flame. For example, recently: There I sat. Alone in my office. Staring. Staring some…

Verella awoke to the sound of her wrist ringing. Her wrist wasn’t really ringing, but the compact instrument strapped to it demanded her attention in a screechy, nagging tenor. “Yes?” she whispered groggily, pushing her RESpond button. Her other hand rubbed her temple to quell the throbbing inside her head. “Verella? Great! I caught you…

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