Leta behind the lens.
God help us all when our periods sync up.
I cooked and they ate and a swarm of pigs flew over the house.
Counting my blessings, especially the nearsighted ones.
Featuring the photography of that one kid whose mother writes that one website.
The neighbors must have thought it was raining bubbles.
The melodic after-school ritual.
“Leta will most likely want to sit in the car and read a book about Arches. Marlo? Marlo will want to become an arch.”
“Because we live in Utah” is now my standard explanation when anything goes wrong.
Yeah, I had to google that one, too.