*All grammatical errors intentional* 1933. Oklahoma. December 24, 7:30 p.m. If I want Doodles to sleep warm as buttered biscuits, I’ll have to do some more quilt tucking. I press it in good and tight all along her side and under her chin. There. Now she won’t...
Thanks to John Wayne, most of us remember the Alamo. And because of Bodeen’s lovely screenplay adaptation of I remember Mama, lots of us, well, remember Mama. But get this. I remember *gasp!* before the Internet. Let me tell you a story . . . Once upon a distressing...
