A sign flew by overhead. "What did that say?" My sister asked. "Beats me. I don't speak German." My sister was nervous about driving on the Autobahn. We passed a sign on the right. "Aaahs-fart," I sounded out. "I don't think that's how you say that." I began to giggle uncontrollably. "Oh, god. Michelle! Are… Continue reading Saying “Fart” is Always Funny
As a little kid, the bottle of Coca-Cola fascinated me. The Chinese characters made the familiar shape seem exciting. “Can I hold it, Aunt Carol?” I asked time after time. Carol always got it off the shelf for me, but she kept an eye on me. There was every chance I’d try to open it… Continue reading Pioneers
She missed the bus. That seemed like the beginning, so that's where Lisa had started her story. It must have worked because Mrs. Stockman had asked her to speak at orientation each year for the past nine years. “I called my mom, but she didn’t answer, and my dad was out of town. I knew… Continue reading Powers
