[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]”[/su_dropcap]Room seventeen of the Restin’ Easy,” Shaharazade said the other day out of the blue, as she browsed back issues of The Germaine Truth. I looked up from my laptop and gave her a curious glance. “Remember you told me that’s the same room Uncle Charlie was in,” she continued. It took …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]I[/su_dropcap] had to drag Dad down to the May Day event the other day. I knew if he didn’t go, he would regret his decision of last Thanksgiving when he said he would never “cover another of those crackpot events organized by Willie.” But I had heard through the grapevine that EcoSurvival …
Guest Post by Shaherazade Budreau [su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]”[/su_dropcap]I don’t understand how adults think. How could Faith Applegate say she loved her brother and think that he killed the only man she ever loved? And what kind of love is it if she never talked to him again?” “Keep it down, Shaherazade,” Susie put …
[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 …
