“I was free to appreciate the quiet and the way the yellowish-gray light of the rising sun entered the room, turning everything from black and white to color. The journey from Kansas to Oz right in my own kitchen.” — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Something Mama liked to say: “I love Jesus, but some of his representatives sure make my ass tired.” — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Our annual January get-together was a long-running tradition, going back to the first year of our marriage. The truth, even though he denies this,… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Mama sneered at them. “I know you and Clarice are friends, but you can’t tell me you don’t wanna slap the livin’ shit outta… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“I called up to Mama, "Is this a miracle?" She raised and lowered her shoulders. Her voice drifted down, "Maybe. Or maybe this is… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Later, Barbara Jean would remember looking at those eyes and thinking, This must be what the sky looks like if you see it through… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Mama let out a snort. “Talk about a nerve. I guess she’s too good for my house now. She oughta try to sell that… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“I was free to appreciate the quiet and the way the yellowish-gray light of the rising sun entered the room, turning everything from black… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
