“Do we have to go to the grocery store?”
I look in the mirror at the back seat and smile. A few years ago my daughter might have said that but not anymore. She’s driving herself to school now so she’s off the hook. I have to go alone...
Marking Today
Eclipsed
"The Most Beautiful Thing I Had Ever Seen"
The Beauty of the Human Race
Wild curls from mid-summer humidity. Dirt on my feet from the playground and a cherry Kool-Aid stain on my dress. I was in my element in preschool class at church.
Mrs. Weaver, her straight hair pulled neatly into a bun, gathered us around her. “Okay, children. Let’s sing that new song we learned last week. Remember?"
