Thank you, Jane, for introducing me to Regencies back in our bright college days. 🙂 This is not really about food, but it is about a food superstition. Thirteen At Table by Marian Allen Constance sat in the drawing room, glaring at her grandfather’s portrait…
Dedicated to my grandpa, who used to ride the rails during the Depression, and told me stories that inspired this StoryADayMay one. Boxcars by Marian Allen Some guys were lucky; they got jobs. Joe wasn’t one of the lucky ones. He scraped by on odd-jobs…
Lonnie, Me and the World’s Ugliest Couch by Marian Allen “There’s no accounting for taste, Lon,” I said. “Well, I know, but look at it,” he said. “I am looking at it,” I said. “That’s above and beyond. I told you I’d help you move…
