I’d found opening between the table top and the phone book on the shelf beneath, and now I could see without moving. Grandmother had those red cheeks.
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Silver Bottle, Episode 5
Liquor! The devil’s drink in our house. And worst of all, if Grandma had found Mother’s liquor, she’d found my bottle as well. Her liquor. My Ovaltine! I was undone, but Mother wasn’t.
Silver Bottle, Episode 4
Imagine a hot summer morning. Imagine the motions of a small mountain town.
Silver Bottle, a novel. Episode 3
Grandma Lizzie told me she didn’t suspect she was pregnant until she was almost four months gone and the shock spun her catawampus.
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (A Harshbarger Mills Story) part 3
I piled everything in a skillet and heated it until it was palatable, dumped everything in a big bowl, and marched out to his run.
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (a Harshbarger Mills Story)
Part 2 I started feeding Pace during the most beautiful Indian summer I’ve ever seen. Lucky feeds the hounds once a day, but by September, Pace was… Read more “Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (a Harshbarger Mills Story)”
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (A Harshbarger Mills Story.)
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.
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.”
