Janet L. Boyd Reading at Quills Coffee & Books

“The place was crawling with politicians and their lackeys. Little kids licked drippy ice cream cones. The scent of barbecued pig permeated the air ... Beer bellies expanded before my very eyes ... I felt like a Hollywood extra in a movie about rural America. If Ned Beatty had shown up as the red-faced sheriff, I wouldn’t have batted an eye.” ~ Fancy Farm virgin nabs experience at political orgy
 
“Whew, being a feminist is hard work. You have to get up every morning, strap on your sword, pick up your shield, tuck your helmet under your arm and go out to battle for your rights.” ~ Girl-girl feminists: cute but deadly
 
“‘Where in the hell is Jesus?’ [Lurene] bellowed into my champagne-sogged consciousness. ‘I was counting on him to show up last night and put a plague on all the Christian fanatics who’ve been trying to make him look like one of them for the past 10 years. I’ve been ripped off and I’m pretty damned mad about it.’”
~ Millennial meltdown still to come in state general assembly
 
“Bea drives a pink convertible Cadillac ... None of that ethereal floating around like some gods do. The top is always down and the radio is blaring Paul Simon or Lucinda Williams. Their songs make her soul feel good. She spends most of her time riding around looking for missionaries, proselytizers and other bad guys. When she finds them, she laughs maniacally as she mows them down.” ~ ‘Bea’ nice or new god will make mincemeat of you
 
“Our president was talking nonsense. I felt like Alice at the Mad Hatter’s tea party. My mate nearly had to force feed me bourbon to settle me down. That’s when I remembered Aunt Fanny. When you can’t beat ’em, go sit on the porch. We’ve had incompetent presidents before, but the flowers still bloomed and the leaves still fell.” ~ Aunt Fanny and the Mad Hatter