HOT TODDY

It slides down my throat with the greatest of ease. Ha! Who said that? That’s a fallacy. Mom made me drink it whenever I got sick. Yuk. Her recipe was unique, hot water, tea, honey, whiskey and milk. It was the worst. I got better fast. I had no choice. If I didn’t...

HOME ON THE RANGE

Leila’s back hurt, her insides were rolling, the sun blinded her. The irony was her mother had insisted she learn to ride the way a woman would be expected to. But nothing she knew was useful. She was about to retch again. “Tom, Tom, wait up,” she called. “I...

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