The value of old friends
We tell each other who we were. Who we wanted to be. The ferocity, the grace and remind each other that who we are now should be, and is a better version of who we were.
Month: September 2007
Why are some people mean mommy?
The little girl was mean to the Bean again. “I only play with short haired girls,” then played with long haired and short haired girls, just not the Bean. Emily didn’t understand. “Why are some people mean mommy?’ And all I could say was “Because there just are mean people …
