“Going home” meant something different when I was a kid. “Going home” meant leaving my cousins (who were my life blood) or leaving Grandma Hatch’s house–where there were fun neighbors and other cousins to play with, midnight runs to Dairy Queen, parks and water fights, and a fruit stand (where we bought lots of cheap …
September 2008
What is your best physical attribute? It’s hard for me to say which feature of my body is the most perfect (are you laughing?); but if I had to pinpoint just ONE, I would definitely say my ears. All I can really say is that my toenails are NOT contenders. The thing is, I was …