It was during grammar school that I discovered Queen Anne’s Lace, a wildflower growing in ‘the woods’—an empty lot in the middle of our suburban block. It once contained a house, but only traces of old pottery and a big ditch remained in the middle where the house once stood. Tall trees, thick bushes, andContinue reading “Queen Anne’s Lace”
NOT PERFECT, BUT JUST RIGHT
A Goldilocks Life 