Another Newspaper Shake-down

O

  I grew up in a home absent of newspapers. Oh, to be sure, my mother was a reader. She kept stacks of books beside her bed and piles of magazines throughout the house. Not the highbrow sort of reading found in Vogue or The New Yorker. Mama was reading Valley of the Dolls, the [Read More...]

A Resurrection Wedding

Sheryle

  The pastor called it. “A resurrection wedding,” she said. Her remark wasn’t solely a commentary on the ages of the couple marrying  - both in the sixites — but on the fact that this man and this woman had been through the grief of losing a beloved spouse prior. It’s just hard, hard, hard [Read More...]

Getting Mama Ready

The Last Bath

  In 1966, when we got word of my father’s death, it was my brother’s crying that frightened me most. The way he beat at the wall and yelled about the men he would grow up and kill one day.  Mama had worried that her death would undo Frank. Maybe she’d remembered his cries from [Read More...]


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