I just went to my first-ever football game: my friend Scout’s high school students getting whupped by a fancy private school with cheerleading boxes. Look at them, we kept saying as the score hit the mid-thirties to zero, they have cheerleading boxes. I felt, before I went, that I kind of knew what football was [...]
Becca Rose Hall
Her name was Malula. She was a witch with a magical garden my sister and her best friend spent hours – years – plotting to steal from. These were girls who had an imaginary enemy instead of an imaginary friend. They knew the value of a worthy foe. Good foes – real archenemies – do something [...]