The treasure of my teenage days is hidden inside the dirt of relationships. I dig for a bit:
“I’ll tell you the dirt on her,” said Mom.
“Get the dirt, Jeanne,” said Donna.
“What’s the dirt on that?” asks Barb.
“The dirt on what?” asks Maria.
Published author. Partner in a family-established Antique Restoration business.
Publications:
“Reflections: Stories from Local Writers/God Is Good.” N.p.: Ferguson Library, 2017. 31-49. Print.
“Three Childhood Homes.” The Stamford Advocate 24 Dec. 2016, A ed., News sec.: A011. Print.
“The Little Things.” CT Association of Area Agencies on Aging. May 2014. Older Americans Month 2014 Essay Contest. State winner. Connecticut, Bridgeport.
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February 1, 2018 at 4:06 pm
Jean, What does “dirt” mean to you? That’s a good one! Donna________________________________________
February 4, 2018 at 12:04 am
Is that the scoop? 🙂