Della and the Witch: Part 3! If she’d said anything like this before he died, I would have laughed in her face. I never bought into all that stuff, although we’d all heard the legends, all heeded the warnings: don’t rock an empty rocking chair, don’t sweep past sundown – and more. I did it…

I cradled the harmonica to my chest and turned back towards the house. There was a boulder of loss sitting in my chest, scratching my throat, but I couldn’t release it. Not yet.  The walls we’d painted yellow seemed drained of color as I dragged myself inside, trying to shake the dirt on my boots…

An Appalachian Horror story. He keeps coming to my window. In the moonlight, with the faded wisteria hanging down over the warped windows, he taps on the glass. Lightly, at first. And then harder. Harder. Hard enough to rattle my teeth. I’m paralyzed in bed, I can’t even reach over and turn on the lamp.…

I am struggling to write so… here’s my playlist for this memoir that isn’t even written yet. Enjoy 💕 Playlist: Part 1: The Girl Lost in Dreaming-  “Fins” – Jimmy Buffett  “The Cover of Rolling Stone” – Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show“Dreams” – The Cranberries “This Kiss” – Faith Hill  “Only the Good Die…