Stiff Mother

Miss Williams looked satisfied in her mean, pinched way.  “Well,” she said, “ta-ta.” (She always said “ta-ta” instead of “goodbye.” Chicken language, it sounded like.) As soon as Miss Williams was gone and my mother was sitting down again, I burst into tears.  Kneeling on the floor, I buried my head in her lap and…

Reading Joy

I divide all readers into two classes; those who read to remember and those who read to forget. –William Lyon Phelps Hi there.  I love to read.  However, if you were to track my activities over the last decade, you would find plenty of evidence to convict me to the contrary.  It’s been awful!  I…