My childhood summers often found me on my stomach, propped up on my elbows and reading endlessly under the fan’s breath of grace. I remember summer reading contests at the library. I remember wide-open acres of reading time after chores…
Email address:
The Heat Of Our Brilliance
My childhood summers often found me on my stomach, propped up on my elbows and reading endlessly under the fan’s breath of grace. I remember summer reading contests at the library. I remember wide-open acres of reading time after chores…