Summer in Boysenberry Falls: A Raspberry Family Story_The Hobby of Life_Hawaiian, Bermudas, and Sand
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Summer in Boysenberry Falls: A Raspberry Family Story
Stella Raspberry-Rue braced herself for the sweltering heat that was waiting, ready to assault her, once she stepped outside of the temperature-controlled library. This summer had been one for the history books- each day breaking the previous record for how hot it had been. Even biking the measly distance from her house to the library had left her sweating at nine in the morning. Two hours later, and Stella was dreading even the short distance to Mama Jean’s Cafe. At least next year she would have her driver’s license and she would be able to drive in an air-conditioned car on days like this. ...
The Hobby of Life
"Well a filler chapter would work best here," Zefaia said, leaning over the well-worn wooden table. She pointed at one of my many messy lines of writing. "After all the drama from the last chapter, it makes sense to have something to wrap it up. Kinda like a mini resolution, yeah?"I nodded even as my mind swirled. "A filler..." I murmured, biting the inside of my cheek. A long, exasperated sigh escaped me. "Why didn't I think of that?"Zefaia laughed as I dramatically slammed my head into my notebook, and she said, "You just needed a new perspective, is all.""It's just in my blood to try and ma...
Hawaiian, Bermudas, and Sandals.
I tap my foot against the polished floor of the airport. The reflection of people passing by, the sound of wheels kissing the ceramic, the chatter of strangers, and the smell of coffee all harmonize in systemic chaos only enjoyable in a place such as an airport.I look at my watch and then back at the screen that says the flight has been delayed because of bad weather. I jerk my neck left and right and crack every vertebrate in it. I feel the gaze of someone sitting next to me. I turn and see a little girl emulating what I had just done. I chuckle. Fortunately for her, she isn't that stressed....
Berkeley 1953
Berkeley, 1953 In the end I lost out. Not that I was trying to win anything.Monday“Daddy, we have a new girl in our class. Her name is Gail. She is a fast runner, but nobody plays with her at recess.”“I heard she was coming. I don’t think everyone is happy. But our family is different. I want you to make her feel welcome at Thousand Oaks. Tomorrow, then, you must be the one to play with her at recess.“But, Daddy, I don’t like to run. I spend recess lined up for a turn on the swings.”“Running will do you good. Play with Gail tomorrow.”“I guess, if you say I have to!”Tuesday“And how was scho...