The Begging Tour, Part 3: Ambush in the Sitting Room
Jenny Page The Hughes’ cat may have run off into the night, but its essence was everywhere in the family’s sitting room. Though its style was Victorian to the hilt – satin…
soap opera
“Father’s gone.”
My mother was inconsolable. The cat had escaped into the rainy night 12 hours earlier and, when he hadn’t returned by daybreak, she, of course, called me. “You’re the one…
Testing, testing … one, two, testing …
“Come get your hand, Sheriff.” And that was the crux of my first odd conversation this morning, one that was long overdue. We had sent the hand – the one…
A Recap, A Return … A Rebirth!
Hello, Dear Reader, Marjorie here. Your Miss Comportment is back … Still celebrating Songkran, or Thai New Year! When last we met Things were dire. Body parts all about, The…