How A Dog That Isn't Mine Takes My Kids Off Leash
Every night after dinner, we torture the teenagers by reading for half an hour. We settle in the living room, each in our own cozy spot and read books, magazines, the occasional newspaper, even case files. Reading Time is a sacred institution in our house, more than any religious or spiritual practice.
Loving Emily was the closest thing I’ve ever felt to flying. She thought I was smart and clever and funny, and her laughter felt like the sun on my face. She told me on our second date that weeping hearts were her favorite flower. I had never considered the question, but I wanted to be the kind of person who had a favorite flower, so I said tulips.
- Second Place in We Have a Dream Challenge
Dreams of a Dream-KeeperSecond Place in We Have a Dream Challenge
I am the first child born in the United States in my mother's family. My mother and the rest of her generation arrived here as children; they grew up speaking English and attending public schools. My mother's generation was expected to go to college and strive for prestigious jobs that would grant them stability: engineer, lawyer, doctor. Teacher was okay; professor was better.
Make Your Bed (A Celebration)
Dear Bed, It's been quite the run for us, hasn't it? We've seen more of each other in the last eighteen months - these unprecedented homebody times - than ever before. You were always important, but I think after the last two years, you deserve a special commendation.
- Third Place in The Remarkably Real Challenge
Kira looked from Jessie to her grandmother. They were supposed to be on the priority list. The power had always come back sooner for them than others; they’d hosted dozens of guests this year alone, people needing a place with aircon, or heat, or just a charging port. It had never taken this long. She put a hand to Mamaw’s cheek and flinched; it was painfully dry and hot. Heatstroke. She had hours, maybe, if the power didn’t come back soon.