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About Miss Eula

I am seventy-eight years old. I have lived in New Orleans my whole life. For a good long while now, in the same house — the one where I said goodbye to my son and my husband, many years apart. I have a porch. I have sweet tea. I have more stories than I know what to do with.

I started writing because it occurred to me one evening, sitting out here in the dark with the ceiling fan turning overhead, that I had been keeping these stories inside for a long time. And somebody out there might need to hear them.

So here we are. Pull up a chair. I'll be right here.

Miss Eula