There’s the white gardenia that I almost brushed by unseeing as I walked with nose up in the air seeking butterflies. There’s Gary the Teddy parked on Little C’s pillow…
Tag: <span>time</span>
You know that moment when words fly out of your mouth, and you see them darting away into the atmosphere, irretrievable, and wish a little string trailed after them so…
Dear Little Friend, I was in fourth grade, sitting in the front-ish, second-ish row of class when Mrs. Bower walked over to the water fountain. The room was quiet…long division…