I’m the one to hollow the pumpkin and carve a face. The doorbell rings again. You adore the children tonight in their costumes. A
Rita and I are Mystery Sisters, buoyant on the porch, taking turns being Little Elk, make-believing we’re savvy. Our game, equal parts Saturday Westerns
Watching Curious George with my Daughters It’s okay, largely due to the characters’ appreciation for donuts. You do need to overlook the reality of
I can think of worse things. It’s windy in your head, she says, but I like the soughing in my mind. Thoughts blow through