Monthly Archives: September 2014

Driving Ms. June: Part One- Sat. Sept. 6, 2014

“The Caravan is topped off, and I’ve checked the tire pressures. Here’s my phone, it’s charged.” Dad hands me his baby, his pride and joy, a Lumina wrapped tight in an Ole MissĀ Otter Box. “Remember what we said about the … Continue reading

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A Family Dinner and Other Unexpected Events: Friday Aug. 29, 2014

“The trick with spaghetti is-” Mom pauses to pour a ladle full of sauce onto Dad’s plate, “…is not to take it too seriously.” It’s an old line, something she says about everything she is sort of good at; knitting, … Continue reading

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Hamburger by Another Name: Wednesday Aug. 20th, 2014

“Want your roll?” June asks, her mouth full of peas. We’re sitting at our table in the back corner of the cafeteria, apart from the rest of Second Lunch and away from Mrs. Carmichael, this weeks lunch monitor. Self-imposed isolation … Continue reading

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Backseat Jesus: Thursday, Aug. 14th, 2014

“…and that’s why we use the King James Version.” Sunny concludes, almost out of breath from his fifteen-minute, pseudo-historical, adjective-rich lecture. Honestly, I’ve never heard the word ‘infallible’ used so often. “If you want, there are other translations, but they … Continue reading

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