Tammie Rice Lessons In Laughter My son learned about spitballs on the morning of April 27, 1996, around 9:30 a.m. It was a clear spring morning and the chill in the air promised to give way by noon. My father spent his time that morning in a booth at Waffle House, explaining to […]
Category: Winter 2017 – Creative Nonfiction
“The Cheek, the Jaw, the Eye, the Lip” – Terrance Wedin
Terrance Wedin The Cheek, the Jaw, the Eye, the Lip The throb of my mother’s sewing machine. Her foot depressing the pedal as the pool of fabric on the floor next to me disappears, fed carefully through the needle. […]
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