by Alice Nine | Featured |
It was between winter and spring. Day had ended. The evening was becoming night when I heard the telltale chirp. My daughter and I began to text. We can talk either by phone or in person since she lives next door. But we often choose to text. When texting, it...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Monday. School is over and the four boys are pulling on their coats, hats, and shoes to walk through our backyards to their house. EM already has her hat, coat, and shoes on. She stands quietly beside me and in her sweet, barely-three voice asks, “Gramma can I...
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