Deirdre Jackson-Head
Bio
I am a law school graduate and a creative writer. I live in Mississippi, a state rich with stories and interesting life experiences.
Stories (4/0)
It Was a Bad Day for a Bad Kid
Richard Durn was a bad kid; he always had been. He was the third child out of four: two older brothers and a baby sister. His siblings were of an easy nature, sweet children who were about a year apart from each other. But, as his own family often said, when Richard was born the powers that be not only broke the mold, they burned it and buried it. The kid was born rotten.
By Deirdre Jackson-Head6 years ago in Horror
Emily Hates Kindergarden
“Emmy, don’t forget your blanket sweetie!” The four year old girl turned around to obediently get her blanket from the car and closed the door behind her. She waited for her mother to get out of the car, walk to the passenger side and take her hand. Emily never crossed the parking lot without holding a grownup’s hand. That was one of the big ‘don’t dos.’
By Deirdre Jackson-Head7 years ago in Humans
To Be or Not To Be
Another Day So. Here I am again thinking about damn trump— FYI, I use a small case ‘t’ for its name to show my complete disrespect for it. The Arizona rally was a few days ago. I didn’t go, rest assured that person isn’t me. I am not one of the damn trump-girls. [We all know you got paid. We see you.] The issue, for me is that someone I know went to the rally, she was there with bells on.
By Deirdre Jackson-Head7 years ago in The Swamp