Guest post by Shaherazade Budreau [su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]T[/su_dropcap]his morning, I saw Faith sitting out on the porch in front of the Wilbur County Feed & Seed. She had a cane standing between her legs and was resting her hands on top of it. She was wearing a cap and sunglasses. “You mind if …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]”[/su_dropcap]Miss Applegate,” Rita began and Faith held up one long bony hand stopping her. “Rita, I know it’s a Southern mannerism, but I just can’t let you call me Miss Applegate. It makes me feel like a hundred year-old white matriarch surveying the plantation. Not a feeling I care to cultivate.” Rita …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]T[/su_dropcap]here are only a couple of places in town to get lunch, if you don’t count The Germaine Cafe, which carries pre-packaged sandwiches and burritos. They’re not so bad, but it’s hardly the kind of place you gather a group of women for a private gab session. That leaves the Old Paiute …
Guest post by Shaherazade Budreau [su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]I[/su_dropcap]’m Shaherazade Budreau and I’m going to tell you what Faith told me and Susie Applegate about how Rochelle was born and how she died and some of the stuff in between. Faith said Rochelle was born early in the morning. Two o’clock. She said she …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]S[/su_dropcap]haherazade said, “Shoot, ain’t that much changed. Just living in the wrong place can get you killed if you’re living where somebody else wants to be.” She lifted her chin up a little higher and sat up straight, as tall as she could. “Where some white folks want to live.” Neither Faith …
