My mother disliked going into debt. Self-sufficiency remained her ideal.
He rendered our family homeless and forced my mother to find shelter in abhorrent shacks.
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My mother disliked going into debt. Self-sufficiency remained her ideal.
He rendered our family homeless and forced my mother to find shelter in abhorrent shacks.
My mother disliked going into debt. Self-sufficiency remained her ideal.
He rendered our family homeless and forced my mother to find shelter in abhorrent shacks.
Something had happened and the farm knew it.
Rooster Cogburn was a burly, jewel-toned arrogance of teals, reds, deeper reds, and blues shot through with lances of yellow and purple.
– “The inmates here are an army of forgotten men.”
He accepted the rejections and focused on making a successful transition from his rogue, racketeering life.
– “This isn’t a timeshare. Our program’s based on points.”
A presentation by a Dolly Parton doppelganger, so charming she could sell a bald man a comb!
– I just wanted to say, “thank you.”
Such a hole in cyberspace has no bottom, of course, so I grabbed onto one protruding root—to overtax the Alice metaphor—and pulled myself over to the side.
–There’s almost no food that I don’t like.
It usually takes a long, long hour to get the proper freeze, so we took turns slowly turning the handle over and over.
– After that, my confidence in strangers diminished.
The bicycle delivered me to-and-fro until the weather changed, and the snowy, windy, 6-month Lake Erie winter arrived.
– because it was there—our Mt. Everest.
We never formally identified the squealer who called the police, but the local constabulary turned up in the form of Skippy Brown, a favorite local enforcer of the law.
– Nothing would deter us from enjoying our well-earned evening out.
Ash-gray script swirled across the textured buff pages like hazy clouds crossing the sky at dusk.
My mother disliked going into debt. Self-sufficiency remained her ideal.
He rendered our family homeless and forced my mother to find shelter in abhorrent shacks.
