Early in the morning on February 15, 2017, Terri Sue Shrum, fiercely loving mother of three, strong and protective friend, and incredible voice and writer of the lives of the realest people among us, passed away in her sleep from the effects of pancreatic cancer. She was at the home of her brother, Jude, who with Terri’s family was tireless in his care of Terri. Terri’s family were like her friends, and she held her friends close like family. And, for our purposes, here, it is worth noting that she was the undisputed Queen of Peauxdunque, and always will be. Long live the Queen.
Terri Sue was among the founding members of Peauxdunque, gathered initially together in a French Quarter alley by Amy Serrano in November (some say it was October–regardless, it was cold) 2007. Terri has been a constant. Writers’ groups typically have a life span much shorter than ten years, but it was Terri who pushed us to realize what we could be, who underscored our importance to each other. And when things could have fallen apart at one of the many speed bumps along the way, it was Terri who got the tattoo. And who can let a group die once someone has permanently marked themselves with it? Not us.
Terri was no happy-go-lucky friend and writing comrade, but she demanded nothing but the deepest dedication on both fronts, and offered nothing but the truest loyalty on both fronts as well. And as a writer she was beautiful and muscular and visceral and smart and tender. In 2011, Terri’s story, “Bellyful of Sparrow,” won the gold medal in the short story category of the William Faulkner-William Wisdom writing competition. Judging the short story category was Harper Collins editor Michael Signorelli, who said of Terri’s story:
“A Bellyful of Sparrow” balances the horror of life with the humor. The mute, immobile, terminally ill narrator wryly observes the life around him, while also inspiring unexpected attention from friends and family. But what could be a dirge is instead quietly mirthful. The story upends expectation and strikes for the elusive territory between bemusement and solemnity. And carried by the strength of its naturally engaging prose-voice, it succeeds.
“Bellyful of Sparrow” was subsequently published in Missouri Review. Terri was also the first Peauxdunque member to be featured along with other notable writers in our semi-annual Yeah, You Write reading series; here is an interview we ran with her then.
In 2012, Terri’s essay, “Bird Dog,” was the winner of the Writers@Work essay competition. Contest judge Steve Almond had this to say about Terri’s work:
The prose is lyric, graceful, and fearless. And the evocation of place and character is astonishing. The events in question happened years ago, and the author brings her wisdom to bear, but never sentimentalizes herself or her father. (I held off on choosing this as the winner for a long time, simply because it’s only 1000 words, and I felt like I could have spent another 5000 with this author.)
“Bird Dog” was subsequently published in QuarterlyWest. Here is a video of her reading “Bird Dog.”
Out of all of her publications and prizes, though, and there were others, my favorite–and I know one of the ones she was proudest of, was a quiet small little essay she wrote and had published in the Tampa Bay Times Sunday Journal, “Easier to Share Tradition than Words of Wisdom.” It was an essay about being a mother to her children, the thing she was most invested in, and about which I’ll most remember her.
Here are a ton of pictures of Terri in her role as Queen of Peauxdunque, with love:
Terri always had such a very special spirit
This tribute to Terri from the Peauxdunqueians is nothing short of heart wrenching to me.
Whilst Terri and I could not make a go of marriage in the longest run we did share a good long run, we were married in 1994, separated in 2011 or 12 and finally divorced in 2015. We shared the proverbial yours, (Terri brought Shelby to the union), mine (I brought Echoe to the union), and ours (Hannah, aka Dene was an early product of our union).
I was never much of a part of Terri’s association with the Peauxdunqueians as that was her territory, her tribe. She was fiercely proud to be part of that amazing group of folks and had found likely some of the dearest friends of her life. I was happy for her that it was such a delight to her and I felt no need to insert myself into those gatherings, as the gift of her art is one that I was not able to share except to read it, when she would allow it.
As to the rest of our lives that we shared, she gave me two beautiful, wonderful daughters to add to my own. She gladly accepted Echoe into our home in ’97 or so as a 12 year old and was a caring and devoted mother from then on. I am certain that she felt the same about the melting pot that is our family. In addition to our children, she brought to me her mother and brother and his daughter. I could not have wished for a more wonderful addition to my life. They have been so kind and loving to my daughter and me, I simply do not have words to describe the rewards of those relationships, except to say that my heart fills to the bursting point when I think of them.
I owe an immense debt of gratitude to Terri, I do not believe that I could have ever been as successful in life were it not for our partnership. She encouraged me, enlightened me, and yes, pestered me to make the moves that we made to get where we did. I will always be grateful to her for the strength that she possessed, and that which she brought out in me. I will always be thankful that we could remain friendly even after our breakup.
Terri burned bright, for too short of a time, our world has lost a shining star. I will miss her wit, intelligence, and warmth for the remainder of my days.
Bruce, this is such a wonderful postscript to what we wrote from the Peauxdunque perspective. Thank you for adding it, and for sharing Terri with us. All the best, Tad