I got my first pinwheel at a Fourth of July parade, sweating on a steaming curb. I was five years old at the time, and I could show you I knew it too, five pudgy fingers spread wide. Women on stilts with star-spangled pants tossed pinwheels to the kids below. I’d like to think I... Continue Reading →
Peppermint Plaid His eyes were the color of plaid. Her peppermint smile was sad. And after they met, Each couldn’t forget, The brilliance the other had had. -M.M.