As my dad waited, I slowly climbed up the gray-painted wooden steps and landed on the porch. There was paint chipping on the porch railings and a hole in the screen door. The number above the door matched the one on the invitation. I was nervous about going inside because it wasn't a normal looking house.
Originally entered in the Real Simple Magazine Contest in September 2016. Judging was announced in January, 2017 - this entry did not win. The Monkey in a Red-Flowered Dress By Susan W. Corbran So I am honored to share part of it with you. "Ooh-ooh-ooh-eee-eee!" Standing in the middle of the school gym wearing a
After three days cramped in the back of our station wagon from Pennsylvania to Colorado, I was happy to stretch my legs. I was also sad to say goodbye to my older brother Dave. I was 10 years old, the youngest of four, and often felt left out from the conversation sitting in rear of