Dead Dolly

Dead Dolly

** Until the day I die, I’ll never forget their glassy, unblinking eyes. You know, I'd made that dead dolly— what you all call a Voodoo Doll — myself.  Mamaw taught me how  when I was a kid back in Bayou Lafourche.  She said that since we were direct descendants of Marie Laveau, it was our legacy.  My mama died [...]