How to Be Taller Than Me

Monday, April 20, 2015



"Here," she said, pointing toward a spot just in front of her. "Stand here."

We were chest-deep in the Mississippi. I made my way to the spot and sank down into a small bowl.

"There," my mother said. "I’m taller than you, for once."



[A snippet from warmer days.]

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