I wore a red shirt, khaki shorts and hoop earrings, tame for a girl who went through an extended suspenders phase and coveted her best friend's red, ruffled Spanish dancing dress. But this was 7th grade and I wanted to fit in...
Here is what I am thinking as the ball barrels through the air spinning so fast it looks like a little wisp of color: I can't watch. No I have to watch. Quicker. Get there faster.
It's Saturday, so I thought I'd have a little fun storytelling time. As a writer and an author (The Travelers), I tell stories. That's basically the essence of a writer. I thought it would be fun to write down some of my oft told stories. When I think about this story, it feel a little like a fable in that there is a moral embedded in here somewhere. So I'm going to write it that way. Once upon a time....
Wake up to my dog taking a running leap off the bed while barking so loudly it makes the windows rattle and all because a squirrel scurried across the roof. Reluctantly get up and throw on a t-shirt and sweat pants...
