My kitchen is not just messy but days worth of messy – the kind when you’ve run out of clean spots on the counter to set something down.
The insects are everywhere!
“I know we were right here,” Sadie is adamant.
“You’re a nerd,” Sadie reminds me daily, despite my endless efforts to reap her approval.
“Emma’s the genius in the family,” Mom Stephens says to someone on the phone.
On Sunday mornings, we drive down the windy road to the little white Southern Free Will Baptist Church.
It’s a beautiful Virginia Saturday and I’m banished to the bedroom upstairs at Chestnut Street when a rock hits the window. “Psst!
Grandma has been sitting with me for an hour with a jar of peanut butter trying to loosen up the wad of gum that Sadie stuck in my hair.
“Sadie, Emma, wake up.” The sun isn’t even up yet.