"Standing barefoot on the front step of our B Street row house when I was fifteen, I watched the boys on my block play stickball and my toes froze and prickled as if I’d dipped them into a bucket of ice cubes. It was July. "
Meg Waite Clayton said…
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Lynne Nielsen liked Nancy K. Miller's blog post My Memoir is About You: Why We Read Other People's Lives
Ellen Hampton liked Renate Stendhal's blog post She Writes Press Celebration and First Self-Publishing Summit 2013 in Berkeley© 2013 Created by Kamy Wicoff.
