JOURNALS OF JO

But the real work hadn't started. In the weeks, months and years that followed the work we thought would be done, had still gone undone.

There were days when you could hear my momma yelling at the top her voice so that any one of her fourteen children would answer her and do w

It’s all he cares about when he rises from his nights slumber. After he’s devoured all that there is from his kill. The remains lying close

When the time came and I did get solitude and quiet, I was filled with fear and anxiety and I couldn’t wait to be in that crowd of people ca

Momma had a specific routine worked out so that no part of the body was missed and minimal squirming was had. You started at the head. Your

We don't need to know their names. They are people we find in our favorite restaurant, take out joint...lasting mere moments. Others end

CHILDREN , they grow up you know. A video bonus THE WAY THINGS ARE, WERE, ARE I grew up in an ugly world. People hated themselves and...

BE GENTLE IN YOUR JUDGMENT OF ME When you take a look at my life and you see every little minute, infinitesimal, moment of every little...

It's not easy being green. That's what Kermit "the frog", said on television one night when I was a kid. Maybe I was a teen. I don't...

When I signed my first publishing contract with Tate Publishing in 2013, I had no idea I would be launched into the industry of entertainmen