Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
I liked school. This is likely not a surprise. The third grade school was just a couple of blocks from our house. Fourth grade, though, was a little farther away. Walking took about the same time as riding the bus, so on nice, sunny days my neighbor Carrie and I would walk to and/or from… Continue reading Fourth-grade bullies
I was a huge nerd as a kid. It’s my mom’s fault. When I was in the fourth grade, our TV stopped working. There was sound, but no picture. We didn’t watch a lot of TV anyway — whatever the rabbit ears could pick up. Cartoons on Saturday morning. “3-2-1 Contact” after school. Maybe the… Continue reading Books and Bratz