First, she’d fed the boy.
Category: Excerpts from e book
Flight, Chapter Twenty Seven
A body had been dragged through the door.
Rena Davis, 1921
Shame is a fire, burning my core.
Theodosia, Indignant to the Bone
Theodosia has been indignant all her life, mostly because she’s named Theodosia. “Why couldn’t I have been named Cynthia Jane?” she asks me. “That was Grandma’s name… Read more “Theodosia, Indignant to the Bone”
Big Pete, 1889-1929
“His death broke the cold snap.”
Anne Estes
“Times were different,” I say finally. “People minded their business then.”
Blanche Shaw, at the Edge
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
Excerpt from Silver Bottle, a memory from Lorraine.
Lorraine’s childhood is marred by the alcoholism of her mother. However, she does have a few happy memories, and the sound of popping soap bubbles is one… Read more “Excerpt from Silver Bottle, a memory from Lorraine.”
Carmen Amber’s Turn
A slyly sensual sound at a time when sex wasn’t talked about, except by married women on front porches in the summer twilight, or wildly exaggerated by teenage girls, also in whispers but with a throatiness, a raw edge which might cause the speaker to break off, red-faced, while the rest of us looked at our feet.
The Facts of Life
While my sister was forming in my mother’s belly, my cousin Beverly Anne was dying in her mother’s arms.
Joan Spilman 