Someone added Tabasco sauce to Janie's collard greens. It was invisible because they stirred it in. Â 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 