I haven’t been feeding Lucky’s hounds. I hate them. I was, and still am, feeding pace, the monster dog Lucky flew in from Texas on a plane.
Category: a Harshbarger Mills Story
Conclusion of Susie and Nonna, (A Harshbarger Mills Story)
We’re closer than sisters.
Nature is trying to atone for the terrible mistake of planting Lucky in my mother’s womb.
“Susie, I’ll need your help at the flea market. I don’t know how to sell.”
Susie and Nonna con’t (A Harshbarger Mills Story)
Other than Nonna, I haven’t seen a woman wear an apron in years. “It’s easy for you, Susie. You can talk to anybody. I’ve never talked to anybody much in my life.”
Nonna and Susie con’t (A Harshbarger Mills Story)
“It’s not old stuff,” I explain. “They call it Appalachian crafts. The woman who sold that awful quilt made three hundred dollars. You know what she told me? Her dog whelped on it.”
Susie and Nonna (a Harshbarger Mills Story)
I want to take Nonna to Mill’s Bottom, to a low, flat ground where people buy and sell everything, where money changes hands like water and hard cash is plucked down for junk.
Intro to “Nonna” (A Harshbarger Mills Story)
The King, alive on a hot pink tee shirt, lives again. Of the four poses, this one is his favorite. This is the way he would look, Reuben decided, if he were a star.
The Facts of Life (A Harshbarger Mills Story, p.3)
“Get the ants!” he shouted. This was his payback. I was pulling double duty for being late. I’d collected the ants yesterday, too.
The Facts of Life, part 2 (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1960’s)
Mother shoved aside the Electrolux like a discarded dance partner.
The Facts of Life (A Harshbarger Mills Story,1963)
While my sister was forming in my mother’s belly my cousin, Deborah Anne,was dying in her mother’s arms. The two events were unconnected.
Char Glimmer, conclusion (A Harshbarger Mills Story)
The dance had been magical, for everyone had a sweetheart.
