I live in a small town in East Alabama. We have several monuments in our city. They are pretty cool to look at. One is a monument placed in honor of an Air Defense Unit […]
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Gourmet Sauce……. An essay by William Marshall
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 […]
Narrow bridge……. An essay by William Marshall
The road to my uncle’s house in Montgomery was a winding one. It was some county road in South East Alabama that surely has a name. I don’t know what it is. I can only […]
Fishing under the bridge……. An essay by William Marshall
When I was a kid, one the biggest adventures that I took part in was crappie fishing at night with my dad and uncles. There was this one spot on the lake where all the […]
My time as a girl…… An essay by William Marshall
I have no idea why I was going; I never really went to anything before that I can remember. Yes, I had been to SS class plenty, it was usually coming in late on some […]