A Meal Fit Only for a King: A Child’s Tale
And they call us poor, Father, as if it were a curse.
And they call us poor, Father, as if it were a curse.
She stood unaccompanied in the room of hushed conversations and snide laughter.
My entry for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, hosted by Linda G. Hill.
Oliver’s view of women was shaped early in life…
Bianca was 23. She didn’t have wings.
Did I just see the tip of his tongue protrude from its enamel cage…