“I love snakes,” my 7-year-old neighbor said to me. “Sometimes I catch them and kiss them and I don’t even wash my lips.”
“Some people are worth melting for.”
–Olaf
“I love snakes,” my 7-year-old neighbor said to me. “Sometimes I catch them and kiss them and I don’t even wash my lips.”
It’s two days before Christmas and it’s raining. The intermittent islands of snow leftover from last week’s storm have turned into mush and mud.
I am captivated by all things Christmas. My house, inside and out, reflects my slight obsession with the red and green holiday.
Letters from the Lunchbox began at a funeral. A little odd I know, but mixed in with the tears of that day I found…
She came home to die when the peaches hung heavy on the tree limbs. My siblings and I readied her room, put sheets on…