BySarah M. Wells

Sarah M. Wells is wife, mom, managing editor and writer-lady with a book of poems and a memoir-in-progress called American Honey. Follow her at @sarah_wells or

  1. There must be hundreds of them, scattered all over the hill facing the field, men and women and grandparents and siblings sitting on lawn chairs and blankets. They’ve settled in with bags of Goldfish crackers, juice boxes, and hot cups of coffee they picked up at Starbucks. They chit-chat with their hands tucked loosely in the pockets of their hooded sweatshirts, their weight on the left foot, then the right, then the left again, coolly…