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I have always been against the death penalty. I know that may sound strange coming from someone who lives with a slightly homicidal chicken (who has been MIA lately, because she ran off on an adventure with Mr. Pink and refused to take a cell phone or camera). P and I both agree that it’s not the death penalty that deters us from committing crimes. It’s the all-but-unchecked rape, violence and other atrocities that occur in prison that keep us from crossing any lines.

As an American, but specifically as a Georgian, my heart hurts today. Outside of my general disagreement with capital punishment, I am appalled that the place I call home put someone to death last night when there was quite clearly so much reasonable doubt. Appalled doesn’t really even describe it. There is no one word to describe the disappointment, sadness, anger, shock and sheer disbelief that I am feeling today.

I mean this in no way to dismiss the suffering of the MacPhail family. I cannot even begin to imagine what they have been going through. What happened to Mark MacPhail is a terrible tragedy – one seen all to often in our society – and the perpetrator should absolutely be punished, but this case so strongly highlights an inherently flawed system. Here, in the quiet hours of the morning, following a night of high emotion on both sides of the issue, we are left to ask, “How can we fix it?” I don’t know, but I hope that we will continue to ask ourselves and our governmental leaders this question until we get a satisfactory answer.

A few months ago I ran across The Last Meals Project online. I found it fascinating, thought provoking and finally, deeply troubling. I didn’t share it at the time, because I really didn’t know what to say. I still don’t, but I hope you will visit their website and, whichever side of the issue you are on, I hope it will make you think. We should always think long and hard when life and death are on the line.



{September 5, 2011}   P’s Best. Day. Ever.

Yesterday Persephone, RouxBarb and I went to Karin Slaughter‘s author talk at the Decatur Book Festival. It was awesome. She talked about her Save the Libraries Project, her book series, growing up in Georgia and life as a writer. As always, she was hysterical. After the talk she had a brief book signing and even consented to sign my Kindle.

You guys already know from previous posts that I am a HUGE Karin Slaughter fan, as is Persephone. If you haven’t read her yet, DO IT. For serious. You won’t regret it. In addition to being a captivating murder mystery/thriller writer, she’s also just about the coolest person I’ve ever met. She’s smart, funny, caring AND she has her very own 5 foot tall metal chicken. That’s right. SHE HAS HER OWN CHICKEN!!! Not only that, but she had it before The Bloggess and her Beyonce made having chickens cool.

We had a brief chat at the book signing, during which I was a complete bumbling idiot. I think I may have damaged my quest to be her new BFF. In my line of work I meet quite a few celebrities and have learned to take it in stride, but not yesterday. I was in total sweating-bullets-nervous-fan mode aka bumbling idiot. She was still super cool to us, though.

So, thank you, Karin Slaugher — for writing your books, for your support of libraries, for being such an engaging speaker, and for being such a cool human being. You made our days!



Well, it turns out that the employees of Turner Field LOVE them some chickens. P strolled right through the gates after being wished an enjoyable game by the ticket attendant, had another employee clear the path so that she could have her photo made with a giant Braves’ ball, was stopped by the Fan Photo guy to have a family portrait made, and partied her little heart out in the Golden Moon Casino suite.

Next up, meeting Karin Slaughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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