So I Did Quit Coffee And I

The Amount Of Horror One Used To Hear About In One Village Could Be Quite Extreme. But One Might Not Have Heard About All The Other Villages' Horrors At The Same Time.

The Older I Get, The More I See The Power Of That Young Woman, My Mother.

She'd Crack A Joke Sharp As A Tin Lid Hot From The Teeth Of The Can-opener, And Cackle Her Crack-corn Laugh.

A Family Is A Mystery.

Once You Lose Someone It Is Never Exactly The Same Person Who Comes Back.