Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Monday, March 24, 2014
We got the beat
What to do on a sunny afternoon after school is out, but to blast the Go-Go's and dance on the front porch.