"Faded beauty clings like dust to the shadows of her chiseled face. A straight-spined woman, she holds her head stiff and elevated, her chin jutting out, her lips tight and cobwebbed, as though she’s never spoken poetry, never prayed with a smile on her mouth, never licked syrup from her lips."~~Samuel's Wife by Brenda Sutton [...]
I owe much thanks to the editors of The BroadKill Review for believing in "Samuel's Wife," one of my short stories, for sending me the most beautiful acceptance letter I've ever received after I submitted the story for publication, for relishing in its conflict, language, and metaphors, and for honoring me with a prestigious Pushcart [...]
My daughter, who was driving to the cabin, called while I was writing to tell me she couldn’t find the place. She'd made a wrong turn. The night was dark and the cabin deep in the country. I immediately abandoned my writing and took off in the SUV to meet her, planning for her [...]
2013: At my house this morning, my husband and I drag from the bed while the sun still sleeps. We have plans to search for the graves of Mary Vann (Polly) Dorminy Fletcher and her husband William Fletcher. Polly died in 1860 at the age of 52. She and William married in 1832. Sleep still [...]
As I moved from one grave to another, my husband warned me to keep some distance from a tomb that was swarming with bees. By not getting too close to the vault, we were able to avoid the bees, and they ignored us.