Sometimes I don’t like bedtime. When the lights go out, the blue carpet turns into the ocean, deep and dark and dangerous. It rocks and rages and sometimes I’m afraid it will sink my boat and I’ll drown and no one will ever find me.
childhood
March 16, 2015
"You’re here!” Maggie shouted, ran into Uncle Neil’s arms, and wrapped her legs around his belly.
March 9, 2015
“Knockedy-knock-knock!” his mother sang from the small open crack in the door.
March 7, 2015
Eventually, the search party found me, but I was so dehydrated and delirious that I had to be hospitalized for a week.
March 2, 2015
“Lily? Olly-olly-oxen-free.”
March 1, 2015
We take steps like one, two, and on three they lift me up by my arms and swing me forward and it is so fun.
February 4, 2015
Richie decided he like liked Carmella after all.
January 26, 2015
Today it is snowing like when I was born, only I’m not being born.
January 15, 2015
Summer meant everything to Sophia, except for having to hang out with boys all day every day.
January 14, 2015
Andi hopped into her sunshine yellow snowsuit and boots.
Marie Hendry 