When my body was four years old — I could focus on a buzzy feeling on my way to sleep, willing myself to fly. As I fell into sleep, I lifted off. Those dream flights carried me over our house. I enjoyed a bird’s eye view of pecan trees, then soared over the rooftop, flyingContinue reading “Prologue”
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The Best Day Ever!
I will admit I am an overuser of “best ___ ever.” If I eat a damn good cookie I will shout, “best cookie ever!” If I spark an idea it is “the best idea ever!” So yes, there have been quite a few “best days ever!” But what is wrong with that? I’d rather proclaimContinue reading “The Best Day Ever!”