Embrace the life you have before it’s gone. ~L.L. Barkat

Please, God, let my parents come and beat her up.

We’d had a sword battle with pencils, Penny and I. And Mrs. Smith rapped my 7-year-old knuckles.

But not Penny’s.

So I turned around and scribbled on Penny’s picture.

And now I stood in the corner, lump . . . → Read More: God in the Yard: The End~Hospitality