Two friends illuminated by a weekend sunset.
Time softens the heart of even the toughest older sisters.
No, I didn’t adopt a new dog. But if she goes missing you’ll know where to find her.
Leta behind the lens.
Still not as alluring as the glamour of an older sister.
God help us all when our periods sync up.
Never has sixty degrees Fahrenheit felt so glorious.
I don’t know how her teachers kept a straight face.
I cooked and they ate and a swarm of pigs flew over the house.
Counting my blessings, especially the nearsighted ones.