The Next Best Thing to Snow (Short Story)

It was December and Lulu was feeling sorry for herself.  Of all the places her parents could have picked to move to at Christmas, Florida had to be the worst. No ice skating.  No hurtling down hills on a toboggan.  No hot chocolate hayrides through a frozen cranberry bog, or cross-country skiing.  No snowshoeing through…

Asking for Help

Asking for help is hard. My parents were always the ones who fought over who paid the bill.  I remember my mom throwing cash into the window of a relative’s departing car, rather than “owe” her the price of a dinner.  This is where I come from.  As a result, I have always found it…