Someone added Tabasco sauce to Janie's collard greens. It was invisible because they stirred it in. Muffling her screams, she stood up quickly, her arms windmilling. She needed milk to nurse the pain. With a milk moustache, she walked back into the dining room like a spider looking for her prey and asked who had... Continue Reading →
Throwing Kisses at a Redbird Can’t Hurt, and It Just Might Help
Daily writing promptAre you superstitious?View all responses Overall, I put my faith in the Lord God, trusting that I am not alone in my struggles or triumphs. But, as a little girl growing up in the segregated South, adults used to tell us that when we saw a redbird, we were to throw kisses at... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 