First Snow
With his legs crossed at the ankles, Papaw leaned against the door jamb of the bedroom. His blue eyes shone with the gleam of anticipation. It was a cold morning. My sister and I...
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Needle Threader
A skilled seamstress, my Nanny often spent hours stitching sequins, tiny glass beads and pearls to the bodices and skirts of wedding gowns she had been hired to create. It was a task she...
The Washer
My maternal grandfather, I called him Papaw, operated a small business delivering sand, topsoil, rock and fill dirt to patrons in and around our little east Texas community. He had sources for topsoil and...