“Orange is Daddy’s favorite color.” Never before has the period more fulfilled its duty in delivering a declarative sentence. In her mind, this statement is final, irrefutable truth. Daddy’s favorite…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Country field in Williamsport, PA | Cousins eating at Eder’s Ice Cream | Pour-over brazilian brew from Alabaster Coffee | Hike to Jacoby Falls | Summer shampoo/conditioner bar favorite from Bathvs…
It’s been a loooooonnng time a’coming, but I’m jumping back into the 5-Minute Friday writing prompt and habit. When my grandmother designed her dream kitchen, she included a special-sized counter…
My hair is an electrocuted halo. I screech like a teenage demon who has pounded three too many knock-you-flat cocktails of hormones-social life disaster-sibling rivalry. The instigating problem is the Little Sister. And…
I was all queued up to write the teary essay about my oldest venturing off to Kindergarten. I had the tears all shed. I had the words mostly summoned. And then…
Peace. Quiet. Alone. I failed these words on my last vocab quiz. I totally forget what they mean. Especially in the context of the bathroom. Are you with me, moms?…