New piece up at Linden Avenue Literary Journal.
I hold these moments in my heart as carefully as I would a firefly cupped in my hands. Summer captured in a bottle is a wondrous glow of pure magic.
Summer is Maryland humidity, thick heat, and swampland.
It is central air in the public library, and signing up for the Summer Reading program.
Summer is lying on a sheet in the back yard reading Nancy Drew and Sweet Valley High.
Summer is wearing shoulder-tied primary-colored rompers, and glittery jellies steamy from sweaty toes.