tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42074773389971798392011-07-28T01:16:40.274-07:00Original Short Stories & Inspiring Tall TalesPam Hogeweidenoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207477338997179839.post-58093698003447683342008-12-31T00:14:00.000-08:002010-11-17T23:30:06.342-08:00

The Womens Bridge Club by Cordelia Rose Marshall Ethel Mae had been coming to the Women's Bridge Club weekly play time for nearly 25 years. She was a young married when she first started stepping out on Thursday nights for her bridge game. In the last two decades she had become deeply entwined in the lives and stories of the other players, women close to her age, some of whom she socialized

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The Shame in the Riverby Cordelia Rose MarshallThe muddy banks of the Red River squished between the old man’s toes. Since his boyhood he had been coming to this spot, just past the bridge between Alexandria and Pineville. He caught his first fish here and had spent many Sunday afternoons getting drunk in this quiet spot. It was here that he had proposed to his late wife.Today he came to pray

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By the time she was nine years old she figured out that blacks and whites had issues. Growing up in the steamy atmosphere of Louisiana, Danielle Faith Beauchamp paid attention to the complex world of black and white kids mingling together on the school playground. She noticed how in the classroom black boys and white girls might be seated side by side working on math together. She'd see white

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