Aunt Draza’s House
Right now I’m in the basement at Aunt Draza’s house, under a quilt in an old bed. Last night when we walked in, the first thing I said was “Mmmmm, Aunt Draza’s house always smells...
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I Love to See the Temple
If I back-date it to Tuesday, then it count’s as a Tale for Tuesday, right? When I was sixteen I spent one wild adventurous semester living with my aunt in St. George. Activities included...
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Wendy was going to Virginia. She was going to school. She was getting away. She was going to be free. We always talked of the adventures we would have together — sipping hot chocolate in...
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