There’s a smell of apples in the air. The candied kind, with nuts stuck to them.
Mom wants us to stay home but we can’t make a sound.
Squeezing between Mom’s chair and the wall to get seated for supper, I realize for the firs
Tip number 1: Understand
When George walks out on Mom a few months later, I dust off my hands and say to myself with relie
“George is moving in with us tomorrow,” Mom declares, bursting into my room wit