Or Every Man Be Blind
May 16, 2020
Published in Sleet Magazine, fall 2016
It was in the bowling alley. Why the home school group’s leaders chose the meeting room at the bowling alley was beyond her comprehension, but it was.
Tattered moms arrived with their restless children to sculpt monsters out of clay. This month’s sculpture was an ancient one. A triceratops. Mindy always tried to keep the home lesson in line with what the sculpting would be, but today . . . READ MORE
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