Moonshine and Epsom Salt
by Jean McIntyre Cogdell
OVERHEARD mama talking. When I came in the house the worry and anger in
her voice made me tiptoe to the kitchen doorway. Grandma sat at the table;
Mama’s voice stern. “Look at your face…”
I eased back out of sight; something was wrong. Fear reached for my throat
when I noticed the tears in Mama’s eyes. ...READ MORE