Mischief

“I’m sowwy, Mom.” It was a tearful apology. She shouldn’t have been climbing on the counter in the first place. A Band-Aid for the pinprick of blood on her heel, a word of caution, and she was on her way – and off the hook. I liked that cup, outdated as it was. I remember it sitting with its match on my dorm windowsill in college. Usually it was full of healthy herbal tea, which I sipped while chowing down an entire jumbo bag…s of peanut M&Ms... Read More