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.
“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.
The insects are everywhere!
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.
When I tell people my parents are divorced I get a sympathetic sigh as if it is the most tragic thing they can think of, which makes no sense to me