SAILING WITHOUT BUDDY
by Kay Etheredge Everyone called him Buddy but I’m not sure that was his real name. I’m not sure I ever knew his real name, even though we had attended the same school for years. […]
THE LAUNDRY
by Kay Etheredge My mom was serious about laundry. In the myriads of memories I have of my mom, she was almost always in the kitchen, at the sewing machine, or doing laundry. What that […]
ACROSS THE STREET
By Kay Etheredge They lived right across the street from a small town Baptist church. The church is picturesque; very typical for the South… white with a steeple and stained glass windows. On a recent Sunday […]
GRANDMOTHERS AND GINKGO LEAVES
by Kay Etheredge He said his grandmother writes him letters, long letters. He described her precise cursive handwriting and how it leaned in one direction. “It’s beautiful”, he said. “But sometimes it’s hard for me […]
