Ginger’s main most thing was spaghetti sauce. She would always say that was her best dish. She bought all the ingredients, the little cans of tomatoes, the spices. She would slave over the stove for […]
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Don’t tell me on Friday……. An essay by William Marshall
When we were young, Ginger and I had a great neighbor named Guy Harris. He was a retired Army Master Sergeant. He was a veteran of both the Korean and Vietnam War. His last job […]
Which way does the rug go?………. An essay by William Marshall
New furniture, old rug. It changes the room, of course it does. “The other furniture was much more boxy” she said. “This is rounded.” “Of course,” I agreed. I was grunting as I did, luckily […]