Carole Smith Turner

Facebook came into the world masquerading as an Angel of light. It convinced us we needed their platform to "connect." This quicksand sucked in businesses, politicians, entertainers; it transformed ordinary people into terrible minor gods.  This devil served us Koolaide made of cesspool water, and we drank, and it kindled our devils. And he did it with funny memes, family pics, conspiracies, hate groups, and pseudo "debating" mixed together.  "A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down."  This devil enticed us with a call to connection while tieing our hands and whispering,  "all it will cost is our soul."    A slick demon that Facebook is, masquerading as light. Read the testimony of  Facebook whistleblower Frances Haugen   or watch the 60 Minutes interview, and you will see just how evil that platform operates.  I've been on social media for sixteen years. I started blogging in June of 2005, right before Hurricane Katrina.

    Some men only ride alone  I only ride in the night  Some drown in the warmth of home  But nothing fades like the light  Blackened houses, morning skies on my mind  April showers, June is the same in your eyes  Something tells me, you know why I lie  But nothing fades like the light  Time goes by I wanna rise up  And I know why things change  And I know why I stay the same  Some say I should learn to cry  But I only learned how to fight  And I know everything must die  But nothing fades like the light  No, nothing fades like the light

This girl was happy. It was 1985, and she'd just joined the Jimmy Swaggart  church  cult. Look at those eyes, so bright, oblivious, and naive. I miss that slim neck.  Do you have any idea how many times that young lady heard, "where's your smile?" Because there is no tolerance for a joyless, nonsmiling female cultist. And what's not to smile about? I had new friends and a community. I worked at Jimmy Swaggart's for four years. We had a little utopia where we worked, went to church, had friends all right there together. One time I tried dating a guy who was Baptist. I was told we would be unequally yoked because he didn't speak in tongues, so I didn't date him. Another time a guy asked me why I wore black all the time. He was two years older than me, but somehow he was our leader. He said my clothes gave off an air of oppression. When anyone there used the word "oppression," they were referring to the devil. So he was saying that I looked li

Poetry and Art By Carole Turner So it's not my novel, my life story, or the short story I recently completed but it is a collection of my poems and artwork and I'm proud of this little book.  Click on the image, check it out, and buy it for yourself or someone else or a bunch of someone else's. Thanks. 

Every Thanksgiving we take our Christmas pics. This year I wanted to take them in the Geek Parlor, so the kids decided we'd just raid our closets and wear whatever the F we wanted. I mean, 2020 has been so INSANE, so why not?  I love how they turned out.  Merry Christmas and good riddance 2020!!

It was Election Day, November 3rd, 2020. Donna and I'd stopped in Houston and had a great visit with Esther and Trey, lunch with dad, and were more than happy to leave the Reds of Florida and Louisiana for the Blues of California. We'd already voted, so our goal was to forget election turmoil as best we could.  When we exited our rented Red Mustang Convertible to enter Hotel Royal in Long Beach, California, we saw the hotel and the entire street boarded up. We were later told it was for fear of civil unrest. We saw a shirtless man on a bike with a vast Trump 2020 flag flying.  " WTF? " I thought. " The REDS are everywhere! "  Later at the beach, some guys walked around saying, " Fuck Donald Trump, " and I chimed in. That's more like it. We weren't permitted to use the hotel bikes because of Covid, which we'd looked forward to. All the vintage clothing stores were closed because of Covid. Every restaurant had outdoor-only seating b

From the time I was twelve until I had a hysterectomy at age forty, I dealt with excruciating pain at the beginning of my periods most months due to Endometriosis. It also caused me trouble getting pregnant and caused me to have a horrific pregnancy. My doctor said he was surprised I got pregnant at all. After Evangeline, I wanted to have more kids, so we tried mild fertility pills, which worsened the Endometriosis. There was one point during the treatment when my period was late, so I took a pregnancy test, and it was positive. I was so excited. All the pain and fertility treatment was working. My doctor told me to come in for a blood test. I remember clearly that stupid nurse. She was so chipper when she said, "OK, your test is negative." she said like it was great news. I literally grabbed the wall. I was devastated. "What?" I asked. "It's negative. You're not pregnant." She said again in that obnoxiously chipper tone.  I swear I wanted to pun