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I was in the Sixth Grade the first time I was invited to a proper pre-teen party. Becky and Mary Katherine – the two coolest girls in my class – had joined forces and invited what seemed to be everyone … Continue reading
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The sound of cicadas chirping at night, the smell of my smallest boy sleeping, the feel of his tiny hands touching my face… What is the smell of a boy? It’s like a thick field of lush green grass just … Continue reading
