When Sissy and I wandered our new neighborhood, the kids would scatter at our approach, huddle more tightly over their games, climb into their treehouses and spy at us through paper towel tubes. Once I got hit with a rain of pinecones and Sissy raged around in a circle, trying to catch out the source of the laughter that rang from every hiding place.
Tuesday, February 02, 2016
Yemassee. Thanks to Chris Koslowski, Justin Brouckaert, and the rest of the staff for putting me in this issue among a host of excellent writers.