Dear Mamma, I miss you, Ma. Like the smothering of fingered flames rippling for air, like a lost child in a crowd, I miss you. The first pull that ever compelled me to read and write was to make you proud. Seeing you constantly read those romance novels made me want to be like you. Can’t say that I like those books, but rather I care to admit, you definitely made me a romantic. You were a relentless optimist and …
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“You shut the fuck up and wait,” Tom said, pointing his finger at the driver honking at him from behind. Tom was a big-bellied fat man. A pistol and a pocketknife hung from his waist. Framed by ditches on both sides, Tom and Pops talked from their trucks, blocking the narrow two-lane road. In the back of our van, my middle brother Peter and I were sitting on tomato boxes. “Geeze,” Pete whispered, putting his head between his legs. “The …
Plots always intimidated me. Does the character drive the plot or reverse? If so, what happens next? You spend enough time with them and they’ll show you. From as far as I could remember, Moms always said, “You know, I bet the stories about our family would make a good book. One day…” she’d say. There was the time pops tried to steal electricity from our next-door neighbors. Our lights had been out for a year. Mr. Edwards discovered an …
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