Author Archives: marlowemoore

About marlowemoore

I'm a writer, dancer, and naturalist living in the Tampa Bay area.

I quit telling the truth.

I haven’t wanted to write this blog for a long time. Where have you been? Are you writing blogs anymore? Sorry I haven’t been keeping up with your blog. Oh, you haven’t been writing any? Glad to know I didn’t … Continue reading

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Rooster Business and the Flight of the Glitter Dragons

I was fine until they hauled the two live roosters up the hill by their wings. Two men, one bird each, pushed through our small crowd crushed on a steep hill of a remote beach on the Cuban coast, outside … Continue reading

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I End Up at a Monkey Sanctuary Called Jungle Friends

I.┬áDinner with Kari “So I say, ‘Okay, sir. Explain to me exactly how you’re going to get AIDS from my monkeys?’ and he says, ‘I’ll tell you exactly how. Those monkeys will be up in the trees, and they urinate. … Continue reading

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Mother Emanuel, American Holocaust

Friday afternoon in July in Charleston, South Carolina and the heat is in the mid-90s. The black woman, whose name I never got, sweats in the sun, removing┬ádead flowers, dried wreaths, and the other desiccated offerings at the foot of … Continue reading

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Moving Towards Forgiveness. Here’s how I learned to be racist and then unlearned it.

You had better believe I learned to be racist in the South, and as soon as I figured out what troubled me–you’d better believe I unlearned it, too. I grew up in Rocky Mount, North Carolina, with parents who loved … Continue reading

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And the Author Surfaces, Like So Many Marine Mammals

So it’s been two months since my last post, and, as promised, I vacated Facebook to finish my novel. I’m in the last part, Part III, and decided to break surface on my solitude and recap the last few months … Continue reading

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For Cuba, my sister who was not waiting to be rescued

“My husband was six when his family left Cuba. They made his mother strip naked in the airport in front of them before they left. He remembers that, seeing his mother naked in the airport in front of guards.” I’m … Continue reading

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