A Pinch of Herbs
A Pinch of Herbs—Basil
Frigid, record lows (-25˚ in Dayton!), slush, freezing rain, flooding, sleet, and those sloshy, grey, black-crusted piles of old snow that are utterly depressing. Ready
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Nonfiction
My First Summer as an International, Top-Secret Spy
I was a mean kid. I thought everyone was studying, practicing to be top-secret spies, as I was, so, I was naturally suspicious of everyone around me, even those close to my age.
Her name was Maudie and she was draped in Sarah Coventry jewelry. Her mother sold it in their own living room back in Toronto. Chunky gold-plated rhinestone and fake turquoise rings, bracelets made of a tiger eye glass cabochons, and an enormous perfectly symmetrical lime green pansy brooch.
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