Category Archives: Piedmont Porchlight Stories

The Red Dress Visitation

A Piedmont Porchlight Story It started, as these things often do in Piedmont, with a purse being set down too firmly. Rita Mae Hendrix placed her handbag on the table by the front door and said, “Beulah, if you’ve got … Continue reading

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