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Words. Music. A place for both.
Faulkner House Books hides in the front room of a historic home just off of the New Orleans French Quarter, in Pirate’s Alley. You can’t access it by car. We were looking for it and still passed it twice. It is so small that there is a sign on the door stating “Maximum Capacity: 6.” Be it small, however, it is a mighty place, filled to the brim with more words than I could read in a lifetime. I felt an immediate kinship with this miniature saturated bookhaven.
I am full of music, but also many words. There are stories that only I can tell, millions of thoughts unexpressed. I didn’t want the fruit to die on the vine. So I created a corner to call my own over on Substack. It might be as tiny as this shop, but it’s a rich treasure trove. Stories of people. Wrestling with faith. Journal entries and fiction.