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    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)”

    October 2, 2023October 2, 2023 by joanspilman

    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.”

    September 20, 2023September 19, 2023 by joanspilman

    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.”

    September 19, 2023September 19, 2023 by joanspilman

    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.”

    September 18, 2023 by joanspilman

    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.

    September 15, 2023September 15, 2023 by joanspilman

    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.

    August 28, 2023August 26, 2023 by joanspilman

    The Facts of Life, part 2 (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1960’s)

    Mother shoved aside the Electrolux like a discarded dance partner.

    August 25, 2023August 24, 2023 by joanspilman

    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.

    August 24, 2023August 24, 2023 by joanspilman

    Char Glimmer, conclusion (A Harshbarger Mills Story)

    The dance had been magical, for everyone had a sweetheart.

    August 23, 2023August 23, 2023 by joanspilman

    Char Glimmer, part 2 (a Harshbarger Mills Story)

    Did the nurse know who she was talking to? She’s not some floozy who fetches the morning paper in her nightgown!

    August 16, 2023August 16, 2023 by joanspilman

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