Talya Tate Boerner

“Three Mississippi, Four Mississippi… Tucking Barbie underneath the throw pillow on my lap, I traced my finger over the red blooms that covered my library book. Abby, my little sister, lay dozing on the opposite end of the couch, sprawled flat on her back. She had a way of sleeping through anything—a loud television show, or even one of Momma and Daddy’s late-night arguments.”
― Talya Tate Boerner, The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee

“spot on the couch, I listened to the nightly sounds of our house, as familiar as the hymns we sang every Sunday morning at Boon Chapel. The crack of the ice tray. The opening of the silverware drawer with its earsplitting creak. As Momma reheated Daddy’s supper, the smell of fried potatoes and salt pork filled the air. Abby and I had eaten hours ago. When Daddy worked extra late, Momma”
― Talya Tate Boerner, The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee