My cousin Jim shows me how to cook an egg in a basket.
“The past wasn’t a guest you could ask to leave when you tired of its company. No, the past put up its feet and meant
The first friend in my life that I remember was Todd. We lived in a working class neighborhood in Jacksonville, Florida. It was the 1960’s.
“Summer was down to the last lick of ice cream before the cone collapsed.” Sonja Yoerg, All the Best People
“Time and experience have a funny way of altering one’s recollections of the past.” Wendy Webb, The Vanishing
You cannot catch birds by throwing stones at them (Dumpy Proverbs/Honor Appleton). Well, this is not exactly true. After school one day (when I was