Dorothy Milnes Gilmore, 1952, this was one of the first longish stories I ever wrote, when I was eight years old. I thought Wilma when she was changed looked just like my Grandma.
Wilma's WishesWilma was fed up.
She was fed up with being ugly. She was fed up of traveling everywhere by broomstick and no one caring whether she got splinters in
The girls are so excited to be together all day, every day...minute by minute, second by second, millisecond by millisecond...Oh My God...when does school start again?!В Yesterday, while I was setting up the bike trailer to take a ride to the park, Soph and Calla were having a knock-down-kicking-screeching-scratching-spitting fight about
В While in London we dropped in on one of my mother's friends from college who she had not seen in 30-some-odd years. We met her husband, daughter, and mother -- all of which were absolutely lovely.
They showed us around the historical sites and parks in the London burbs. There were a number of REALLY beautiful gardens and views out in those
