River Kisses
It wasn’t some sort of Irish crocodile…the small creature I saw in a stream. It was a newt, my mother informed me. And that flamboyant bird that scooted at Formula One speed along the...
Tagged: childhood
Cake Tales
“She saw herself riding in the passenger seat, Sam behind the wheel. Like two of those little peg people in a toy car. Husband peg, wife peg, side by side. Facing the road and...
