first drivers license

In my exuberance, I slammed the door of mom’s Buick with a little more force than necessary. It was almost eight years old, but it was the newest car we’d ever had, and I was still in shock that Mom had handed me the keys and allowed me to drive the entire way, through snow,... Continue Reading →

love is… the little things

In 6th grade, I loved walking the long block up the hill from my grandparents’ house to that shining beacon –K-Mart! – to spend my babysitting money. I always made sure to have at least a quarter left over to spend in the toy vending machines. My favorite was the “Love Is” machine, filled with... Continue Reading →

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