Harvest is upon us and the bulk of this weekend was spent picking the cherry crop.
This is the story of a girl.
She had been blessed with a thick head of full, thick dirty blond hair, but cursed with a lackluster metabolism.
She had a hard time controlling her somewhat unruly locks.
Last week’s berries glued
To the seat and tray and floor.
Kind of gross. Oh well.
Steps from Amanda and Vimeo.
I was eight; they were 12. They were all so pretty and cool; I was dumpy and fat. I was placed in their cabin by mistake but had to stay there.
Last night Avelyn woke up at 1:30 am. I walked into her room and handed her a bottle of water, instead of her usual milk. I thought, “Maybe she won’t even notice.