“That fella is a snake in the grass and I want you to keep away from him, you hear me?” Spinner Davis pulled Lorraine behind him as they left the tent. “Spinner, you’re hurting my arm!” Lorraine exclaimed, pulling away from… Read More ›
Part Three will be published this week. Dorothy Faye Owen stood under the marquee of the Rex Theater and looked at her wristwatch. It was 7:12 and they’d missed the newsreel and half the previews. If she doesn’t show up… Read More ›
“Oh honey, if ANYONE would have an albino bird, it would be you.” We have a white robin spending the season with us. We’ve named her Blanca, although she could be a he for all I know, as it isn’t easy to identify the… Read More ›
Earlier that week… Corabelle Sills stood offstage and watched her father deliver his opening night speech. Where were they this week? She glanced at the poster tacked to one of the wooden posts holding up the curtain. Endurance. Corabelle sighed…. Read More ›
Dorothy Faye Owen stood under the marquee of the Rex Theater and looked at her wristwatch. It was 7:12 and they’d missed the newsreel and half the previews. If she doesn’t show up in the next three minutes, Dorothy… Read More ›
The good news is, it’s January 3 and I find my resolve is stronger than ever. Why, only this very morning, I resolved to have a bagel instead of oatmeal for breakfast, so I shed my feathery negligee (kidding–there are no… Read More ›
I’ve decided to make 2017 my bitch–as soon as this Star Trek Voyager marathon is over and once I’ve finished this 3000 piece puzzle. But after all that shit’s done, 2017 better watch the hell out. Happy damn new year.
“Grady Gibson, if you don’t stand still, I’m going to snatch you bald-headed!” My sister Clarry was having a heck of a battle with my necktie and it seemed to me the necktie was winning. “Allow me,” Skeet Thatcher said, gently nudging… Read More ›
“There’s no doubt I played a part in all this,” Skeet said, as he accepted the cup of coffee Mama handed to him. “I just didn’t know it at the time.” Payton Thatcher, known to all as Skeet, was Endurance’s only lawyer… Read More ›
“Frank?” Charlotte Broome asked. “Frank, is that you? Are you here?” She’d opened her eyes and was staring at the door where Frank Granger and I stood. He looked at Mama uncertainly, and although she nodded and gestured for him… Read More ›
Extra Dry with a Twist 