Dead Dolly

SusanWritesPrecise/ Susan Marie Shuman

** Until the day I die, I’ll never forget them glassy, unblinking eyes. You know, I'd made that gris-gris—what you all call a Voodoo Doll— myself.  Mawmaw taught me how  when I was a kid back in Bayou Lafourche.  She said that since we were direct descendents of Marie Laveau, it was our legacy.  My mama died giving birth to me, so … Continue reading Dead Dolly