Southern Fiction

the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
Okay. This is going to get a little personal as I’m about to share with all of you about a relationship gone wrong with someone a long time ago – how fun, right? I was a single mom, hard working, with little if any time


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
I have to admit, writing the “bad” characters in my stories are sometimes the easiest, which sort of begs the question about “write what you know,” meaning do I know a lot of bad people? No, not at all. I try and surround myself with


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
Sometimes you have so many irons in the fire, you just can’t get it all together. Thursdays are usually the days I write up and edit my post for my First Sentence Fridays – but today? I couldn’t make it happen. I have an unexpected


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
My grandmother left my grandfather once. The details were sketchy as to what happened between them because the adults only whispered about it. It was a curiosity to me, these adult matters. Even mundane daily events. For instance, I loved to listen to my mom and


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
Uh oh.  A little late this morning!  (I got my days mixed up.)  My family did not farm, and the only land owned was what our houses were built on. My grandmother did have a garden she enjoyed, not too big, and so did other


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
A child has an innate sense of fairness as early as – get this – nineteen months. I remember a family my parents rented a house to, and they had a little boy who was younger than me by a year or so. I was


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
I remember getting a present one year through the mail. It came after we’d left Michigan to come back home to North Carolina when my Dad decided being threatened with a beating when he unknowingly broke a picket line at the Detroit plant where he


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
The book has thirty- four chapters, so officially we’re at the half way point with this week’s post, and that’s hard for me to imagine, but here we are! This week I was going to talk some more about the antagonist, Frank Fowler. Between his


Did you have a favorite aunt growing up? Aunt Marie, the wife of one of my Dad’s younger brothers was like a second mother to me and brother and we called her Aunt “Ree.” She lived about two miles down the road from our house


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
We have spent the last four days preparing for hurricane Florence and we’ve done all we can.  The forecast has been all over the place, which makes decision making hard. I canceled my SIBA trip, and while I know I made the right choice, I’m


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