Join the Celebration!
Family Fun Festival (Part 1) The Family Fun Fest was the signature holiday event for Wyoming Pass. Fortunately, the weather was mild this year. There was a decorative coating of snow and the temperatures were just cool enough to keep … Continue readingFamily Fun Festival (Part 1)
I’m Mad At Your Uncle Lynn was hanging her coat when she noticed Chelsea’s expression. “What’s that face about?” “I’m mad at your uncle.” Chelsea was wrestling with a sleeve. Lynn tugged at it. “Oh, boy. What did he do … Continue readingI’m Mad At Your Uncle
Come On. Spill The Beans Already. “So, what did you hear?” Lynn pushed her end of the seesaw up. “I didn’t hear anything.” Chelsea held fast to the handles as her end went down. “She got home after I went … Continue readingCome On. Spill The Beans Already.
You’re A Sad, Lonely Little Man “Wait. What?” Ian cocked his head. “What are you sorry for?” Ivy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Look, I was perfectly willing to let you come here and grovel.” “But?” “I … Continue readingYou’re A Sad, Lonely Little Man
Clock’s Tickin’, Dude If he could have squeezed his steering wheel any harder, it might have snapped in Ian’s hands. Every red light was an eternity. Fortunately, he was still waiting for the light to turn green when his phone … Continue readingClock’s Tickin’, Dude
Zavijava, Any Time After 4 Chelsea was pretending not to watch Lynn drawing. She figured that since they weren’t friends anymore, Lynn was just drawing because she liked to draw. Lynn was concentrating too hard to take notice of Chelsea. … Continue readingZavijava, Any Time After 4
What Am I Supposed To Do? “May I come in?” Holly’s voice called through the door. “Go away.” Ivy moaned. The door opened anyway and her sister came in. “I said, go away.” “Be nice. It’s my house.” Holly closed … Continue readingWhat Am I Supposed To Do?
It’s Just Lynn. I Hate Her. Chelsea wandered into the kitchen, dragging her coat behind her. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” Ivy looked over the back of the couch. “Nothing.” Chelsea whipped her coat up over her head and slapped it … Continue readingIt’s Just Lynn. I Hate Her.
Chelsea Isn’t My Friend Anymore Lynn threw a penny to the five spot. “Did it work?” “Who knows?” Chelsea tucked her hands into her pockets while her friend skipped from block to block. “You should have seen Uncle Ian after … Continue readingChelsea Isn’t My Friend Anymore
Syrup And Grease Ian was leaning on the car, waiting for Steve and Nancy to return with Lynn. He had just gotten Bradley buckled into his car seat and was talking to him through the window. “What are we going … Continue readingSyrup And Grease
