On his way out Dad bent down and told me that I was man of the house now and I would be taking care of Mom. None of the other twelve-year-olds on my block had a job to do like this. Maybe, I thought, this would prepare me for sixth grade. … more
On his way out Dad bent down and told me that I was man of the house now and I would be taking care of Mom. None of the other twelve-year-olds on my block had a job to do like this. Maybe, I thought, this would prepare me for sixth grade. … more
An ant crawls across the patio table. You fix your eyes. The bug starts to move away; you press with your thumb. The ant’s legs writhe from its crushed body. When I asked why, you say you weren’t done looking at it yet.… more