“mama, i’m not sure i’m a paper mache guy,” he said. the glue-y goop dripped from his fingers as he slid the newspaper strips through and slapped them onto the balloon. …
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how many nights per week can a girl prep and serve breakfast-for-supper? because really, for me, it could be every night. excepting, of course, that i’d have mutiny, because the one…
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“dear mess,” the book begins, “why are we not better friends?” and so my heart is warmed, and i’m invited to play with my littlest. to dive once more (years into…