by Carolyn M. Crane | Jun 22, 2014 | Essays, Humor |
When I was a little girl, I’d sometimes think that my mother had been replaced with either a realistic robot or a CIA spy. I’d imagine this on those occasions when she was stern or grouchy (or both). I used the word mean at the time, just as my children...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Jun 13, 2014 | Community, Essays |
My mom lives in a tiny complex of homes that shares a pool area. I was finishing up my twilight dip tonight when a neighbor showed up and asked me to help her cover the pool for the night, which I did. Once she found out I was Monica’s daughter, she told me how...
