When I was small, I never wanted to step in puddles. Not because of any fear of drowned worms or wet stockings; I was by and large a grubby child, with a blissful disregard for filth of any kind.It was because I couldn’t bring myself believe that that perfect smooth expanse was no more than...
It’s fun telling you tall Texas tales. You always look like a little girl who’s hearing Cinderella for the first time.
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.