If their love can’t survive, what love can??
The books are flooding in now, with no end in sight.
Remember what Patrick Henry said: “Give me Capri-Sun or give me death!”
This video will bring a tear to your eye.
Gretchen stayed overnight for New Year’s Eve 1998. Clay and Mom had some stupid office party to go to so we were left home alone with popcorn and some movies from Blockbuster. He had the nerve to say he “trusted” us because we were such “big girls” now.
“What did you remember, Amanda?” she asked quietly. “You saw something. Whatever it was, it was so bad it made you sick. It’s about that, isn’t it?”
“That’s right Toto, back to Kansas! Because there’s no place like home for the spirit of Christmas.”
No place like home. What a joke.
“What did we practice for all week, Mandy?”
I hated those practices. I hated baseball, too, after a while.
It wasn’t in an envelope. It didn’t have a postmark or a stamp or even an address. It must’ve just been… left there.
In bold Sharpie-black letters, the disk read: BALLET RECITAL 1992
While most kids who commit crimes similar to Jamie are sentenced to community service, the judge on Jamie’s case told her that prison would be like “going away to college” and a great “opportunity”.