“The one thing you need to know about the house is that there isn’t a dishwasher.” The realtor was looking at me with an expression on her face like she’d just shared the long-hidden secrets of the universe, but this particular secret didn’t seem to be very well hidden. We were standing in the cramped … Continue reading Someone keeps putting dirty dishes in my sink.
Mom always loved Jesus more than she loved me. She told me so herself, over and over again, when I was growing up. Every morning she would say to me, “Jimmy, you’re my only child, and I love you more than I love myself. But I love Jesus even more.” Then she would read the … Continue reading My Mother’s Burnt Offerings
There’s this little flower shop on the way home from the office. At least, I thought it was a flower shop. The sign on the window says, “Granny’s Yarbs and Apothecary.” I wasn’t sure what to make of a name like that, but since the dirty shop windows were filled with plants and blooms I … Continue reading I said it with flowers. That was a mistake.
I never much liked going to my granny’s house when I was a little girl. Don’t get me wrong, Granny wasn’t mean or cruel or anything else. She was just creepy and weird and very, very hillbilly. When she spoke, it was with a thick hill accent that most folks wouldn’t understand these days. When … Continue reading We protect our family
My culinary misadventures into inadvertently assisting in the summoning what I can only assume is a demon began innocently enough. It all started just over a year ago with one of those meal box subscriptions. Learning to cook for myself after Mama died wasn’t hard, but all the rest of the process of preparing my … Continue reading That new subscription meal box really sucked