There may be no more pushing off the stool, or no more fruit friends, but I’ll always gallop with gay abandon, and I’ll always find a euphemism in anything. I’ll always sing if someone inadvertently speaks song lyrics and I’ll always love the word “plunge”. And that is not being a child, but sometimes the world needs to be jollied.
Let me tell you about a neighborhood. It’s not just a bunch of houses in the same place. It’s a community. It’s lives that are connected, people who care about each other. I know it sounds sappy, but damn it, it’s true. And these wonderful people I’ve lived beside they’re my family.
Something awful happened on Lakeview Drive last year. To understand why, you need to know that when Alma Hodge awoke that morning, she had no idea this would be the day she’d leave her husband. Certainly, it began normally enough.