That welt on your arm really itches. Must’ve been a mosquito that bit you, or maybe a fly or another bug of some sort. Doesn’t matter, it’ll stop itching by morning but in the meantime, you scratch, scratch, scratch. If you were a character in the new book “One Yellow Eye” by Leigh Radford, though,
Remember when? When you were a child, ice cream cones, after-supper bike rides, play dates and romantic dates. Christmases and birthdays, homework and housework, favorite meals and all those remarkable firsts. You hold so many memories. As in the new book, “The End is the Beginning” by Jill Bialosky, so many are lost. She wanted
Remember when? When you were a child, ice cream cones, after-supper bike rides, play dates and romantic dates. Christmases and birthdays, homework and housework, favorite meals and all those remarkable firsts. You hold so many memories. As in the new book, “The End is the Beginning” by Jill Bialosky, so many are lost. She wanted
The wall in front of you hasn’t moved in at least fifteen minutes. You know because you’ve been staring at it this whole time, your mind lost in thought but not on the task at hand. In other words, you were daydreaming and you just wasted a quarter of an hour — or did you?
The summer stretches before you, and there’s so much you want to do. There’s that TV series to binge-watch, and it’s practically meant for a rainy staycation. You plan to catch a theater-in-the-round or an outdoor performance. And then there’s that blockbuster movie you’ve just been dying to see. But before you get to all
