Under My Beautiful Flesh: unraveled
“A lie cannot be untold—and for that, I will have my glorious revenge. Then, I will bathe my soul in the blood of my enemy. But remember, as the cold sharp steel of my justice pierces your heart while you look into my eyes, it was that lie, like the others that made me into this monster.”
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Alabama Snow
This is a picture of my mother and I taken in Fayette, AL. I'm always amazed by her beauty so apparent in her pictures. I remember her grace; how she held on to hope all her life. She was a contradict
This is a picture of my mother and I taken in Fayette, AL. I'm always amazed by her beauty so apparent in her pictures. I remember her grace; how she held on to hope all her life. She was a contradiction, a rarity in life. She fought to overcame great obstacles: growing up very poor on a cotton farm, mental illness, alcoholism -- my father's, and later her own, his abuse, his violence because of his fear someone would come along and take her away from him because of her beauty -- it became her prison. And then his suicide. She heard the shot from her bedroom on that volatile morning so many years ago. I was so touched by her life that I shared a lot of it in my 3rd book, "Alabama Snow." She was a remarkable woman, mother, and an inspiration and I felt her story had to be told. Her name: Mary Ellen Rushing Chumbley.
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