"Ouch! Direct hit! Nailed me in the arm!" Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, "Incoming on your 8!" He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple...
The Question Driving down an isolated stretch of Rt 2 in North Dakota Evie said from the back, “Mommy, why are we always leaving people behind?” I could hear the sadness in her voice. Scott held his breath. Heavy. A lot rode...