by Darcy Wiley | Sep 28, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Jam
I pivot the tiny screen on its hinges and almost slam it away in the ceiling of the minivan. “Don’t even ask,” I tell them, “we’re keeping our eyes on the real world today.” I’m lecturing by now, a woman with a diatribe, “There’s so much beauty around us….” A...