Your mother and I are very proud.

Spend your youth pleasantly ruining various outfits and hairdos on the warm cracked pavement of a very small town, and you will come away with quite a fondness for grasshoppers. This guy was having trouble marshalling all of his limbs, and was, despite his obvious propriety on that flower, not a champ at holding on [...]

The cupboard above the stove. Both jars.

About halfway between my home and school, I take a turn around this fountain, which doesn’t so much jet water as hurl great big globs of it around.

On a smallish and trending toward less obscure island off the Gulf coast, a hotel takes care of business.