Big Days, Little Days
October 17, 2012
When I called last night at nine o’clock, Alice said, “Oh, hello,” and put the phone down. I could hear papers rustling.
A minute passed before she came back. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said. “I was looking for my day.” I knew immediately what she meant. Read the rest of this entry »
What Mother is This?
December 29, 2011
“I have an inferiority complex,” Alice announced almost happily on Christmas day, as if she’d just found one in her stocking.
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