“Taste” By: Sharon Kurtzman
Margie and I huddled at my kitchen table. “Taste this,” she said. Blindfolded with a cherry-patterned dish towel, I opened my mouth and something lumpy landed o...
Margie and I huddled at my kitchen table. “Taste this,” she said. Blindfolded with a cherry-patterned dish towel, I opened my mouth and something lumpy landed o...
In the spring, Amanda colored her emotions with a standard 8-pack of Crayola Crayons. Her flowers were cheerful yellow and her sun cast a glowing caress of oran...