I can’t bury my mother, so I’ll leave that silver bottle right where it is.
Tag: Harshbarger Mills
Silver Bottle, Episode 21
“Do you want a divorce?”
“No, I want to move.”
Silver Bottle, Episode 20
I remember sitting in the judge’s chambers, swinging my feet from an oversized leather chair and wishing I could find a way home again.
Silver Bottle, Episode 16
She slapped me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known she wanted to slap me since the day I told her the music was bad.
Silver Bottle, Episode 15
Reverend Fisher had a silver bottle, which he drew from his pocket.He handed it to my mother; she put it to her lips, drank, and then handed it to him.
Silver Bottle, Episode 14
Every night we had to be at that dammed revival. Or at least I did. The boys were worn out with church, and Mrs. Sanders offered to step over and watch them at our house. She said she knew she was saved and reviving was too hard on her heart.
Silver Bottle, Episode 12
“What would happen if you were laid out on the floor unconscious?” Lena had put all sorts of suggestions in their heads.
Silver Bottle, a novel, Episode 9
I don’t know how God felt about renovation and decoration, but the parishioners, tired of housing their piety in the plainest building in town, decided to throw our their feet.
Silver Bottle, Episode 8
I was losing the friends I had, and the girls, especially Jane Lee Veach, were laughing behind my back. They didn’t bother to stop when I turned around.
Silver Bottle, Episode 7
I realized how much my mother and I were alike, wanting things we couldn’t have. Raise your kids. Was that when she started resenting us? Was that when she started looking for ways to leave?
