“YOU had crazy hair?!” she laughed, as she aimed the hair dryer at my long blonde hair. “I just can’t picture it!” I glared at her reflection in the trendy salon mirror, taking in her tiny frame clad all in black. “Of course I did!” I fired back, folding the People magazine in my lap. …
“Caroline laughs and it’s raining all day and she loves to be one of the girls. She lives in the place in the side of our lives where nothing is ever put straight” I’ve always loved the color pink. Shades of youth and femininity, bleeding together with splashes of rage and desire. Pretty. Although I’ve…
“That was buuuuun!” Max squeals, as we ease our car down the windy driveway that connects my mom’s house to the rest of the world. At three years old, the letter “F” is still a “B”, but his pronunciation is always punctuated by copious amounts of enthusiasm. We are going home. We are home. We’re…