“Good morning, Philip, Charlie,” said Lee as he entered the office from the jail. “And you, too … Mr. Milton, as I recall.”
Charlie and Philip nodded. 1,364 more words
“You ask the people around here, they’ll tell y’all it’s the South. But your government’ll yell ya it’s the Midwest.” That’s what the waitress at a small cafe in Louisville told us when we asked her about the region, rolling her eyes a little as she began to answer. 950 more words
Book review: Priestdaddy, by Patricia Lockwood
“We are congregating in the dining room of my father’s rectory in Kansas City, where I have returned to live with my parents after twelve long years away…We are penniless and we are exhausted, and in the grand human tradition, we have thrown ourselves on the mercy of the church, which exists for me on this earth in an unusually patriarchal form…It walks, it cusses…it is currently shredding its guitar upstairs…” 1,224 more words
And then as Tommy drove he realized: Oh, it was the mother. It was the mother. She must have been the really dangerous one.
In the highly-anticipated companion to…660 more words