Previously in this series. Your peer group has associate members. You have something called a Kid Kit filled with toys that you present to children with regularity, but it isn’t creepy. You hide candy in absurd places in your bedroom, but you do not have an ant problem. Each of your adventures starts with a recap of who your friends are, what they look like, and their job in your organization. You and your…
I sat on a plaid flannel picnic blanket in the park, my legs long in front of me, watching the sunlight dance through newly budding trees. There was still a bite in the air, and we were the only picnickers on the grass that afternoon, but I felt I could sit there for hours, resting my cheek on the little blonde head leaning against my chest, smelling her baby shampoo.
