It’s an hour drive from our office in Wilmington down to Dover, and my colleagues wanted to carpool, so I’m praying something goes wrong.
“Lila, you have to hold my hand.” Michael is using his Big Voice, the one to remind me he is five years older and this, in his mind, makes him the boss of me.
“Women! Keep your writing in your purse. Don’t reach for that brochure in your dentist’s office waiting room: read your favorite writer—you. Get out those drafts from your bag and revel in your own ideas. That will get you to the next line, the next sentence.”
I’m excited to announce that I’m the new
Pretend that you find yourself in a scary situation.
Nestled in the back corner of my classroom
Her daughter was in trouble.
The parameters of the assignment were not at all clear.
There is no smell of death here. Even the lime