I blinked and there she was. An old woman wrapped in layers of clothes, a crumpled paper doll with a conductor’s hat.
short story
When I was little, I dreaded art class. I hated the walls of the basement, I hated the […]
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(please note, I use the word love very loosely) August. I love August. I love the way the […]
I didn’t know my grandfather very well. He lived an inspirational life; too bad I didn’t know that while he was still here.