I work at Mr. Thornhill’s Mill. I been working there since I was little and me Ma before me. Me sisters as soon as they’re old enough, they’ll work here too. It’s not bad, to be honest. It’s hard work but Mr. Thornhill’s a fair man and he treats us well enough. Sometimes, he comes… Read More Mr. Thornhill
It was a Friday evening and she was in the kitchen trying to recreate a dish she had a couple of times at a Tapas bar. It smelled great. Hopefully, it would taste great too. It was a low calorie recipe because she was watching her weight. This morning when she stepped on… Read More The Gym
August 12, 1952. It was a date she would never forget. It was the day she buried the man who had been a father to her for over twenty years. It seemed so surreal. Papa Joe was gone. She stood there alone in her grief, shivering although it was a hot and muggy day. She… Read More Papa Joe
Notes to Women 