Joy Hawkins
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A proud mom. A nearly-retired middle-school teacher.
A writer who has finally found her voice.
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The Den of Copperheads
Sixteen copperheads were killed in our yard that summer. Daddy didn’t know about the snakes when he moved us into the two-story company house by the hill in Lorado. He had left the mine after the slate accident and had become supply clerk at the tiny office across the creek. With that new position came the bigger house. And the copperheads.
By Joy Hawkins5 years ago in Families
The Sunshine State of the Union
I used to watch The Day After Tomorrow as a teen in St. Pete and laugh. It’s not that I didn’t find the scenes of the icy water rising in the streets of New York City exciting, even frightening. It was the ridiculous premise: sudden overwhelming destruction of our world because of climate change. It wasn’t a believable plot. It couldn’t happen.
By Joy Hawkins5 years ago in Futurism
Look of the Night
One of the best things about having a gay son is the plethora of selfies and photos on social media documenting each mood and outfit, every friend, and numerous nights at the clubs (pre-Covid). I always know what he is doing, who he is with, and what he is wearing. For a mom who lives more than a thousand miles away, that is comforting. When Merlot first moved to the city from college in Boston, his everyday attire just didn't fit the scene. That was obvious in all his posts, even to me. Jeans and sweaters that looked appropriate at Berklee weren't cool enough for a rising star in NYC, but rising stars don't always come from family money. Helping to pay his high rent was difficult enough for me as a single mother on a teacher's pay. There just wasn't extra for new outfits.
By Joy Hawkins5 years ago in Styled
