Today's Little Ditty

FORTRESS Whenever Amy came to play, we hid in my bedroom and spent the afternoon in our forts. My closet was the perfect strongh...

…I write her name in my notebook. I’m not sure why. What is it about her eyes, her lips, that makes me think she’s smiling at me even w...

THE AUTOMAT One day, Grandma took me to Manhattan. Just the two of us. Lunch at Horn & Hardart. Up and down the rows of wi...

A PASSING REMARK I was a child of field and truck with fingernails a’la dirt and mud the neighbors had a girlie girl with skin so soft...

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SUMMER TRADITION   Six flags- summer. Waiting- snaking lines. Log flume- straddle the seat. Squealing- splashing every turn. Uh Oh- ...

RED KEDS AND FIREFLIES First one to see the streetlights come on! Knock on wood, Our luck will be good! I bounce about in my new ...