Tag: Roaring Twenties

Facetiming a very old friend

#RoaringTwenties #Writing What was it like in the 20s one-hundred years ago? Was life more simple then when it was finally acceptable to apply makeup in public, to strap a flask of moonshine beneath your dress and take a sip before voting for the…

Serene Your Morning AND HAVE A LISTEN

The Roaring Twenties

A party Tailored to celebrate my 1917 Parlor Grand Steinway around ten years ago. (Me in the middle)

The Lone Wolf Trembles

Carla falls into my arms. Her pale face is scratched up and whiter than usual. Her dress is ripped at the bottom. When I hold her, she feels like a stranger. Remembering how Daddy helped me the night I ran home from Frank’s house,…

Words from my Emma June

Eleven year-old Emma June from The Moonshine Thicket says: “And then I remember. Betty had told Mama her husband died. Frank said his Daddy left. Betty Bedford lied to Mama. She’s a low down, no-account, good-for-nothing, loose-knee-ed, tarty, liar-mama. I picture walking up to…