I was a Hershey chocolate bar for Halloween in the 2nd grade. I wore a brown turtleneck and brown pants, and my mom made the costume out of cardboard, tin foil and duct tape.
I enjoy watching my nephew’s football games. He wants to play in the NFL one day. If he continues to impress us like he has been, he just might!
As a suggested read from my mother, I gladly opened A Painted House and began my journey with the Chandler family amidst their picking season on a cotton farm in Arkansas. In a slow southern style, John Grisham walked me through the days of a seven-year old boy who had a fascination with Tally, one of… Continue reading A Painted House