On bad days/ Allison Pataki
“Enough of that rotten ink,” he declared, rolling up his sleeves as he turned his focus toward me.
“Not going to let that poison stick. We Posts never stay down for long. We always get back up to go another round. Now, how are you, Budgie?” I squared my shoulders as I answered,
“I’m good, Papa.”
With Papa, there were only good days and great days. On bad days, he wanted to know how I aimed to turn things around to finish out with some good.
It is understandable that many readers may find it difficult to love Marjorie Post, as it may seem that everything she touches turns to gold. She possesses an abundance of luck we ordinary mortals rarely experience.
I’d turned into a strange being / Barbara Kingsolver
Some cousins came in from Norton for the funeral, and normally with a full house there would be yelling over TV channels and the last chicken wing, a certain amount of soft objects thrown around. But they were weirdly quiet. Eyeing me like I’d turned into a strange being that might break if you made […]
