It was dusk. The odd time of the day when it’s not quite day but not yet night. FFJ was on her knees in the grass next to the pine tree, a yellow shovel in…
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What not to do about a dead bird
When we last left the poor dead bird, it was swinging forlornly from the lowest branches of the pine tree. Sometime Saturday, the bird was blown from the tree and now lays feet up in…
What to do about a dead bird
There’s an enormous pine tree across the street from Supergenius HQ. The lowest branches of the tree are about a foot and a half off the ground. Hanging by a thread, literally, from one of…
The National Weather Service still strikes fear in my heart
My mom grew up in a tiny three-bedroom house in Savage with her six brothers and sisters. That house didn’t have a basement, so whenever the weather would get severe my Grammu would freak out…
Writers speak in dude
I wasn’t going to go to class tonight. I had a story due and I still seriously considered skipping. I even went so far as to send Vodo, Jags, and Hipster Mom an e-mail proclaiming…