Hugs From Jesus
Short Story The legs of my chair scraped against the floor and seemed to protest on my behalf. I pulled viciously at my tartan skirt and contorted my spine to escape from behind...
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Rachel’s First Christmas
Short Story ‘Oh my God! I think he’s dead!’ Someone screeched from the crowd. ‘Call an ambulance!’ Rachel was on the ground, pinned under the man like doll; her limbs were outstretched and...
Irony and My Grandmother – Part Three
American Period Short Stories continued from part two I spent a long time discussing my grandmother and the life she led. My mother and Marianna didn’t get along at all until my mother left...
Irony and My Grandmother – Part Two
Family Stories continued from part one For a very long time, I didn’t know much more about my grandmother other than a few other family tales because she died of lung cancer at...
Irony and My Grandmother – Part One
Period Short Stories Irony is a funny thing. My mother’s mother, Marianna Chapman Landrum, was born on January 16, 1923, in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Her name came from both of her grandmothers: Mary...
