#8 Daisy Mae Gets Married by Kathy Giuffre

My Hillbilly Heritage by Kathy Giuffre

Christ, now I’m becoming toothless. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, and half my fucking bicuspid fell out.  I can’t say I’m really surprised, though.  It was bound to happen sooner or later.  You can’t escape your hillbilly heritage. That tooth had been feeling kind of wobbly for a while, but I had ignored it, hoping it...
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Coonrippy 2016 by Kathy Giuffre

My Hillbilly Heritage by Kathy Giuffre

My dog is getting old.  Sometimes now the UPS man gets all the way up onto the porch, leaves a package, and is almost back out the front gate before Spotty, lying on her bed in the front window, notices him and is raised to her former glory of savage tooth and claw, a whirlwind of vicious barking and snarling...
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The Good Thing About Watching TV Is That It Keeps Me Away From The Oven by Kathy Giuffre

My Hillbilly Heritage by Kathy Giuffre

The April edition of the Williams-Sonoma catalogue has arrived in the mail.  On page 94, I note that the Cedar Chicken Coop with Attached Planter ($1499.95) is still available.  I have had my eye on it for a while now.  It’s pricey, but in terms of cost, $1499.95 is nothing compared to the Marvel Professional Dual-Zone Wine Cellar ($2799.95) offered...
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A Fascinating Sociological Connection Between the Industrial Revolution, Company Stores, Time Clocks, and Squirrel Meat by Kathy Giuffre

My Hillbilly Heritage by Kathy Giuffre

I don’t like to brag about the things that I have, in the past, put into my mouth. That would be unseemly. I mention this only because I don’t want anyone to get the idea that I am one of those squeamish types you see in restaurants sending the vichyssoise back because she specifically asked for it to be chilled...
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My Hillbilly Heritage by Kathy Giuffre

My Hillbilly Heritage by Kathy Giuffre

#1: Look Homeward, Y’All by Kathy Giuffre We had gotten well into Oklahoma, driving east on I-40, before I realized that it was December 21, 2012 – the day of the supposed Mayan Apocalypse. “Yes,” Aiden said. “Welcome to the apocalypse – nothing has changed.” “You mean Hell is the outskirts of Oklahoma City?” I asked. “Pretty much,” he said....
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