The Grownups Wanted Us Dead, but sometimes we could out smart them:
>My friend Charlotte’s dog had puppies. They were the cutest little Beagle babies ever born. I wanted one. Gram said, “No!” It was her firm, under no uncertain terms, no. The one there is really no point in arguing with — so I didn’t. Instead, I …
Two days in a row I treat you to a story. Don’t go getting used to this.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Today is my sister, Jackie’s, birthday. Please go serenade her.
Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com. Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com.
Well now I know why you put up with such nonsense from your students. You were just like them.
Dr. John — what’s your point?
you are a wonderful writer and story teller. why haven’t you written a bunch of books yet? you are a natural and amazing…
you are also a great sister, thank you for being who you are.
i love you.
Chana — so people keep saying. My sister, Caryl, said so quite vocally. I am thinking on it.
Happy birthday to Jackie and now I have to hop over and see what Quilly did to teh puppies
Minka — I didn’t do anything to the puppies! Gram however ….