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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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 […]
If you ain’t Airborne, You ain’t Shit……… An essay by William Marshall
“If you ain’t Airborne, You ain’t shit!”, that’s what I told the Command Sergeants Major. There were seven of them in front of me and one behind me. I was responding to the question, “why […]
Your momma wears a mattress on her back……. An essay by William Marshall “
“Your momma wears a mattress on her back!”, yep, that’s what he said. I think he might have been looking at me. My First Sergeant, his name was Pascal Hilton. He was a tall and […]