Little Friend roams the lawn fringing the preschool parking lot with a band of wild cohorts. Children with mud-fringed pants legs, hair escaping riotously from pig tails, backpacks flinging about…
Tag: <span>five minute friday</span>
Wide is the gulf of years between me and her. She wears my baby clothes, cherished through the years by her grandmother. Wider still the strand of DNA that bridges…
Go: If I knew I could, I would drink that pot of coffee. The whole durn thing. I’d hook it up to my arm like a portable IV of energy…
I arrived home late from a meeting last night, my mind consumed with the hours I did not spend packing the car full of vacation accoutrements, to find my fellow…