Fred treated me like a daughter, a drunk daughter but a daughter nonetheless.
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Silver Bottle, Episode 30
I decided to write a letter to God.
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 10
The lettering on the back of the fan said: Compliments of the Sunbeam Company and Veach Funeral Home. Always Ready to Serve You.
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?
Silver Bottle, Episode 6
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.
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.
Silver Bottle con’t.
Silver Bottle, a novel by Joan Spilman
Silver Bottle, A Novel
“Religion isn’t like cleaning a chicken,” I told him. ‘You can’t take the messy parts out.”
