Just Trying to Help I was sitting incognito on the beach when a cry went up from a woman holding a distraught baby. “Help, he’s lost his stuffie.” Nobody cared. I went over, keeping my sun hat low. “What happened?” “It’s his favorite toy, an alligator. He’ll be crushed.” Fine, I’d help. I took off…
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My Terrible, Horrible, Heroic Summer
My Terrible, Horrible, Heroic Summer I dreaded going back to school. I dreaded seeing the breathless looks of admiration and hearing the praise from teachers and students. For the last month I had endured the fame when all I felt inside was agony. Finally though, the day came, and I went. “There he is!” I…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 