“So, how many frogs have you kissed?” asked Ramón, and I sensed the mocking smile on his face, even if I could not see anything at all. He’s got quite a cheek, this one, always laughing me off for being… Continue Reading
When we go to sleep, everything is normal. When I wake up, my husband is a frog. I know it’s him by his little froggy eyes, which look at me just the way my husband’s did. “Did” or “do”? Do… Continue Reading
She came crashing through the bushes that lined the little clearing and plopped on the grass. She looked at the leaves on her plaid skirt, made a futile effort to brush them off, then shrugged. “I thought Billy liked me.… Continue Reading